Chapter Forty-six Old Feelings Three

  His hand was suddenly grasped by a powerful palm, and his heart felt a faint warmth in his hand, so strange yet so familiar.

  Before the guards could react, he grabbed her hand and they ran through layers of guards and crowds, crowded streets, like a tide of people, Xia Ziyu didn't know why she was running aimlessly under his lead, it was out of habit, for over a decade, that's how it had been, he took her on the run past the back courtyard of the Xiang Mansion, past the green riverbank outside the city, and across the oldest bridge on Changning Street.

  Black hair fluttering, white clothes fluttering, all the way, the cold wind blowing on his face was like a knife cut, after a long time, Xia Ziyu suddenly realized that the place he ran to was where they had shared memories together. Finally, behind the Xiangfu, there was a large plum forest, with remaining stamens, red petals all over the ground, and in the cold air, a faint scent of plum blossoms.

  She stood still for a long time, her hands lightly covering the dense branches, her fingertips cool.

  "Do you still remember? —— These things belong to us"

  A clear and melancholic voice rose softly.

  She remained silent, not turning her head to look at him, with an exquisitely beautiful face, skin as white as snow, and sorrowful eyes. It was because she remembered that it hurt.

  "Tell me why—"

  Looking at her meaningless expression, the undulating ripples of her eyes, the fierce flames burning in her chest cavity, I grasped her shoulder, white shirt, ink-black hair, staring at her sorrowful eyes as deep as a well. When did the warmth she expected between her eyebrows also leave her far away?

  "I'm calling you to wait for me, I'm calling you to wait for me——!"

  Looking at his furious eyes, gloomy eyebrows, and the painful fingers tightly pinched on her shoulder, there was no hint of tenderness. Yet, she was even more indignant at this moment. It was he who had pushed her into the fire pit with his own hands, but now he turned around to question her, what right did he have?

  "Is that man really that good?" The last sentence seemed to have been drained of all its energy, the tone was filled with a strong sense of helplessness.

  With a forceful push, she opened the door, her tear-filled eyes meeting the man she had secretly liked for over ten years. His eyebrows were etched with worry, like faint ripples on water. She felt pain, but as soon as she thought of how he and Xia Ziyao had joined forces to hand her over to someone else, all her attachment was swept away in an instant, leaving only a deep-seated hatred.

  Every word and sentence is full of resentment.

  "Why? Every one of you only knows how to urge me to ask why, you didn't tell me to wait for you, and I couldn't wait for you either. Haohao Gege, have you forgotten what you did so quickly?"

  "What are you talking about? What do you mean I didn't ask you to wait for me? I handed the letter to you personally, didn't you open it?"

  Letter? He actually dared to mention letter to her, for a moment, the hatred in his eyes deepened again.

  "Is it open? If I don't open it, how can I marry into the Yan Wang Fu?"

  She turned around, her long skirt trailing on the ground, with a sarcastic tone and voice lingering behind, not having the courage to face this reality.

  Huang Pu Huan's slightly raised eyebrows tightened again because of her next words, what the hell was she talking about

  "Brother Hao, are you heartbroken?" When you personally put that blue bead necklace on me, I was confused, but I admit, at that time, there was a little expectation. However, when I opened the letter, my whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, and I was chilled to the bone. Only then did I understand that how could I have hoped that you loved me? In your heart, the ones you love are still only Xia Ziying and Xia Ziyao. I am just a temporary indulgence when you are emotionally moved.