Waving her palm at Leng Zirui, Xu Xia turned around and walked towards the building, straightening her back.
Xu Xia, you walk beautifully as always. Don’t hesitate. That guy is very sharp; if you don’t act well, you’ll mess it up!
Heading towards the hall door, she hummed a song lowly, her obviously heavy steps pretended to be as light as a dance.
Standing on the grass, Leng Zirui watched her silhouette get farther away, his chest felt so suffocated he almost couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t know that when she said she liked him, how ecstatic he was, to the point that he didn’t know how to react.
Such a loss of composure was something Leng Zirui would never have.
However, she said it was just a joke.
For the first time from childhood to adulthood, losing control because of a woman, only to have it be just a joke to her.
Turning around, he walked to the swing and sat down, clenched his fist tightly inside his pocket.
In his palm, there was a shell casing from the bullet that hit the ten ring.
Just now, he almost took it out to give to her.
Looking up at the night sky, Leng Zirui curled his lips in self-mockery.
Leng Zirui, oh Leng Zirui, you talk about stopping at the edge of a cliff, yet you’re knowingly jumping off?!
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