I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

His dark eyes were deep, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he stared deeply at her face that could not see a trace of blood. In the depths of his pupils, complex emotions were reflected.

His stalwart body turned and walked to the balcony.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lightly lit it.

Take a deep breath.

The white smoke faintly filled his face, blurring the expression on his face.

An hour ago, he was still disgusting for her betrayal, almost unable to control himself, and pushed her into hell.

But now, looking at her pale and collapsed lying on the hospital bed, he felt distressed.

An Chenxu is right.

Over the years, what he wanted to get has never been obtained.

Obviously hate, but involuntarily imprisoned her by his side, because of the unwillingness in my heart.

But until today, he didn't realize that looking at her in pain would not make him feel better.

She took away the abilities of his lover, he let her miss the last side of her mother, and they were even.

The cigarette **** burned to his fingers, and he twisted his backhand on the balcony handrail, his deep black eyes fixedly staring at the people in the room, as if he wanted to see enough at a time.

For a long time, he kept his eyes closed and stepped away.

The funeral of Xia Changyue's mother was arranged by Yan Chengchi, concise, low-key, and solemn.

The relatives and friends of the Xia family had avoided them as early as when their family went bankrupt, and now there is no need to notify them.

The small memorial service is just for Xia Changyue to say goodbye to her mother.

He saw her pain, struggle, and guilt.

She cried, and he accompanied him in silence.

All night, she was sobbing low, and finally crying in his arms, constantly asking him why, why is God so cruel, and not even giving her the opportunity to repay her parents.

He became more silent.

In the end, he just opened his lips slightly, "What you should worry about now is how to take care of your father, he is not dead yet."

Almost cold comfort.

Xia Changyue just stared at him blankly, eyes facing each other, and no one spoke.

The next second, she fainted in his arms.

Yan Chengchi held her hand, tightened silently, stared at her pale cheeks, and slowly moved her long fingers across her eyebrows, portraying her as if to be carved into his heart.

Thin lips opened slightly, "I will give you the freedom you want."

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Xia Changyue woke up.

Looking at the familiar room furnishings, for a second, my mind was empty.

As soon as I was about to get up, I caught a glimpse of someone around me rumbling through boxes and cabinets.

She got nervous, and quickly sat up, and she was slightly startled when she found that it was the housekeeper and several servants.

"Miss Xia, you are awake, these are your luggage, I have been packed." The butler stood in front of her respectfully and said softly.

"Why do you want to pack my luggage?" Xia Changyue's eyes stared slightly, some of which couldn't help himself.

"This is what Chi Shao meant. Chi Shao asked you to move out of the villa within today." The butler said, and had asked her to move her luggage out of the room.

"Miss Xia, since you are awake, please."

Xia Changyue: "..."

Just like this, Xia Changyue was packed and sent out of the villa.

Just like when she came, when she came, there was only one box.

The only difference is that she doesn't even have a broken apartment to stay in.

Dragging the box, standing on the street, watching the traffic, and finally turned over the phone, just about to call Yan Ling, a car drove in front of her and stopped.