Huang Xinying stood motionless in place, surrounded by a cold aura, her eyes looked at Ye Hanyu's car in a trance, slowly turned into a dot, and then disappeared from view.

He's gone......

I was by her......

She pulled a pale smile bitterly, and her eyes were still looking in the direction he left, until she could no longer see his figure, she slowly withdrew her gaze and turned away.

The cold evening breeze ruffled her hair, she was like an angel who had accidentally left behind her, and like an abandoned doll, with a hint of overwhelm in her lonely expression.

Her mood plummeted to the bottom, and she clenched her fists hard, as if only by doing so could she restrain the sour emotions in her body.

She had no choice but to distance herself from him in this way, while also reminding herself of the cruel fact that they couldn't go back.

Under the cold silver moonlight, her thin figure walked lonely on the road, and the whole person was so weak as if she was going to go with the wind at any time.

This scene looks poignant and pitiful, but at the same time makes people feel sad.

In her clear eyes, there were faint tears fluctuating, and her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of hot air, and she was a little out of breath.

Her nose was sore, and her hot eyes were filled with tears in an instant, but she bit her lip and forced the tears back.

If she could, she didn't want to talk about the past at all.

Because, how good it used to be, now I look back...... It's as cruel as it gets.

He didn't know how nervous she was when she faced him, although on the surface she pretended to be calm and calm, and didn't care about anything, in fact, she was always afraid that she couldn't hold back and wanted to throw herself into his arms.

Her nerves have always been in a highly tense state, and she has never relaxed, especially after seeing him, the whole person is like a spring that has been pressed to the bottom, as long as she lets go, she will immediately bounce up.

As soon as she saw him, she couldn't help but think of the grievances she had suffered in the past five years.

Originally, she didn't feel anything, but as soon as she saw him, the grievances she buried in the depths of her heart were like a flood that opened the floodgates, and suddenly gushed out frantically, making her so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

Huang Xinying took a deep breath, and the wind suddenly rose around her, and it was cold, but she didn't feel cold.

Because my heart has long been soaked in bitter water, and it is cold.

The wind blew more and more fiercely, and before long, dark clouds rolled in the dark night sky, and the black pressure was like her heavy heart.

The summer weather is like a child's face, and the heavy rain comes and goes, accompanied by bursts of thunder, disturbing the tranquility of the night.

The raindrops the size of beans hit her violently, like hail with a fierce wind, blowing her, like a spur of torture.

The rain slipped down her face, and she smiled faintly, lowering her eyebrows slightly, her long eyelashes covering the bitterness flowing from her eyes.

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On the other side, with a monstrous flame of rage, Ye Hanyu galloped all the way on the wide and uninhabited road, and it didn't take long to return to Santa Fe Garden.

The scissor door opened upwards, and his tall and hidden figure leaned out of the car, covered with a low air pressure, and his handsome face was as cold as ice, like a person coming out of an ice cellar.

A pair of straight and slender legs, vigorous and powerful steps with a steady pace, he just wanted to go back to the room to calm down, suddenly a cold wind hit, making him stop suddenly.