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But it's not like what He Yifan should say, Shen Qianqing's heart really hurts, it's like being cut by someone with a knife, so painful, so painful...

She wanted to shout out loud, she wanted to tell others that she was really sad, every pore in her body seemed to be bleeding, and every nerve in her body was trembling slightly because of the pain, leaving her nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide .

"Yes!"

Shen Qianqing spit out a word lightly, simple, but like a small bomb, when it blows up others, it also buries itself.

He Yifan stared at Shen Qianqing's pale cheeks, frowning tightly, what should he do for such a stubborn woman?

"Even if I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you to take care of you, can't I?" He Yifan asked through gritted teeth, since he could remember, he had never talked to someone so humble.

At this time, he couldn't say anything else, he was like a beggar in love, begging Shen Qianqing with his humble hope.

There are many homeless people on the street. They either kneel down or say auspicious words, hoping that passers-by who come and go can give them some money. They beg because they want to get it.

But he was begging in love, hoping that Shen Qianqing could give him a chance to love her.

He no longer expects her to love him, he only hopes to have a chance to love her, that's all.

It's just that it doesn't work anymore!

"You are always so domineering, why do you want to take care of me, so I have to accept it? Why do you want to love me, so I should be moved? Why do you love me now, so I should forgive you for the harm you caused me? Why do you want to To make up, I must give you a chance? Why Yifan, you are always so domineering!"

He Yifan stared at Shen Qianqing, looked at her bright red lips, and said a sentence that was enough to send him to the [-]th hell, his heart was already so painful that he didn't feel anything, it was just numb at this moment.

"Because I love you." He Yifan said softly, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps you don't care for this kind of love, do you?"

Shen Qianqing nodded cruelly: "Yes, you are right, your appearance in front of me can only remind me of the hurt I have suffered, so I don't want to see you at all, you know that you hate someone in your heart but you still want to force your face What does it feel like to laugh?"

"With me, haven't you ever been truly happy?" He Yifan looked at Shen Qianqing in disbelief, how could she so brilliantly veto the relationship between the two of them, how could she say such unfeeling words So bland.

Shen Qianqing frowned, and looked at He Yifan: "Ask yourself, do you think I am happy now? Do you think I have become happier since I met you? If you don't know it very well, why bother?" ask me?"

The two of them were like fighting cocks, poking at the most painful place in each other's heart, seeing the other's blood mixed with their own blood, but they didn't feel any pleasure in their hearts. They just felt that this life was more difficult, like Something is poking my heart.

"Shen Qianqing, what do you want?" He Yifan's right hand was dripping blood, probably because he had just hit the wall and hurt himself, there were a few bright red drops on the beige floor, like red flowers.

The red was so dazzling that it hurt Shen Qianqing's eyes, but she just turned her head away and her voice was indifferent as if she was talking to a stranger.