Just when Wen Peng thought this was another conversation that ended without success, Zhu Sinian spoke with a dull voice.
I love you so much, why can't you love me too?
His heart hit his ribs heavily, as if he was about to break through the barrier that Wen Peng had been strengthening.
Zhu Sinian is always like this. He tied Wen Peng's heart tightly with a rope and locked him around him without any warning.
Sometimes, Wen Peng thought that his dream was about to be realized, but the situation took a sharp turn and fell into the endless abyss tied by a rope.
Love is not something that can be exchanged in equal value, you know clearly.
Zhu Sinian started to pretend to be stupid again: I don’t know.
Wen Peng: Don’t be so naive.
Wen Peng: If you say that, I hate you so much, should you hate me too?
Zhu Sinian continued to turn the wedding ring and asked in a low voice: Do you really hate me?
The ring was rotated to the knuckles, and Wen Peng was a little annoyed by his movements, and the emotions that had accumulated for many days surged out at this moment.
Yes, I hate you very much.
Every second I am by your side is like hell to me. Every time I hear you say I love me, I feel so disgusting.
I clearly regard me as a seasoning for your boring life, but I still call it "love me".
Zhu Si Nian, throw away your high-sounding words and stop disgusting me with love.
Wen Peng's tone was very calm. It was not so much a condemnation, but rather a helpless word after knowing that the ending could not be changed.
Let go, not give up.
But Zhu Sinian would never understand this. He stubbornly believed that as long as he let go of his hand, Wen Peng would fly away and never return to him.
The ring returned to its original place, and Zhu Sinian's fingertips were pressed against the diamond and it hurt a little.
The subtle pain made him barely maintain his rationality so that he would not lose control in Wen Peng's sarcasm words.
Letting go is love, is possessiveness not love?
Wen Peng, why do you define love?
Zhu Sinian's tone was very gentle, more gentle than ever, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wen Peng's head hard.
When she spoke again, her voice was obscure and dull, as if she was holding a piece of rust iron.
Because...you love me.
Because you love me, I can define love.
Wen Peng grabbed his hand and slowly took off the ring.
Let's stop arguing about what love is, it means nothing.
Don't you think our start is bad?
You let me go and we start over.
Zhu Sinian really wants to say that he doesn't think it's bad, but let's start over and this sentence is so tempting that he can even ignore the previous half of the sentence.
The ring fell off, and Wen Peng placed the ring in the palm of Zhu Sinian's hand.
She looked at the hand with clear joints with breath, fearing that he would put the ring back on her hand again.
Zhu Sinian stared at the ring with his eyes down and put it in the palm of his hand.
I love you so much, why can't you love me too?
His heart hit his ribs heavily, as if he was about to break through the barrier that Wen Peng had been strengthening.
Zhu Sinian is always like this. He tied Wen Peng's heart tightly with a rope and locked him around him without any warning.
Sometimes, Wen Peng thought that his dream was about to be realized, but the situation took a sharp turn and fell into the endless abyss tied by a rope.
Love is not something that can be exchanged in equal value, you know clearly.
Zhu Sinian started to pretend to be stupid again: I don’t know.
Wen Peng: Don’t be so naive.
Wen Peng: If you say that, I hate you so much, should you hate me too?
Zhu Sinian continued to turn the wedding ring and asked in a low voice: Do you really hate me?
The ring was rotated to the knuckles, and Wen Peng was a little annoyed by his movements, and the emotions that had accumulated for many days surged out at this moment.
Yes, I hate you very much.
Every second I am by your side is like hell to me. Every time I hear you say I love me, I feel so disgusting.
I clearly regard me as a seasoning for your boring life, but I still call it "love me".
Zhu Si Nian, throw away your high-sounding words and stop disgusting me with love.
Wen Peng's tone was very calm. It was not so much a condemnation, but rather a helpless word after knowing that the ending could not be changed.
Let go, not give up.
But Zhu Sinian would never understand this. He stubbornly believed that as long as he let go of his hand, Wen Peng would fly away and never return to him.
The ring returned to its original place, and Zhu Sinian's fingertips were pressed against the diamond and it hurt a little.
The subtle pain made him barely maintain his rationality so that he would not lose control in Wen Peng's sarcasm words.
Letting go is love, is possessiveness not love?
Wen Peng, why do you define love?
Zhu Sinian's tone was very gentle, more gentle than ever, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wen Peng's head hard.
When she spoke again, her voice was obscure and dull, as if she was holding a piece of rust iron.
Because...you love me.
Because you love me, I can define love.
Wen Peng grabbed his hand and slowly took off the ring.
Let's stop arguing about what love is, it means nothing.
Don't you think our start is bad?
You let me go and we start over.
Zhu Sinian really wants to say that he doesn't think it's bad, but let's start over and this sentence is so tempting that he can even ignore the previous half of the sentence.
The ring fell off, and Wen Peng placed the ring in the palm of Zhu Sinian's hand.
She looked at the hand with clear joints with breath, fearing that he would put the ring back on her hand again.
Zhu Sinian stared at the ring with his eyes down and put it in the palm of his hand.
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