"..." Yi Haiyin stiffly endured her anger, and his cold eyes were filled with pain that couldn't be resolved.

He wanted to explain, but in the face of absolute harm, his explanation was pale and weak.

He didn't even dare to say that he loved her anymore, his love, in her eyes, is probably just a blasphemy, a blasphemy of love.

She hates him.

There was only hatred in her eyes when she looked at him.

The thing he feared most still happened.

Yi Haiyin clenched his hands into fists tightly, and resisted not touching her again. In the cold black eyes, a layer of water floated, and a drop of tear slipped from the corner of her eyes and dripped onto her cheek.

Mixed with her tears...

"I'm sorry." He knows how useless these three words are, but now he can only say these three words to her.

Seeing Yan Ling crying in front of him, he felt distressed, but couldn't do anything.

Even his existence will only exacerbate her pain.

Yi Haiyin clenched his fist hand, squeezed it creaky, resisting the urge to embrace her, slowly stood up, and walked out the door.

Opened the door and walked out.

In the huge hotel room, only Yan Ling was left in tears, hugged herself in disintegration, and looked forward blankly.

I don't know how long it took before I fell asleep too tired.

With this sleep, she slept deeply.

Dreamed of a lot of things.

It's all very happy pictures...

She went to the amusement park with her parents when she was young.

She failed the exam and secretly changed her score with a red pen. Finally, her mother found out that she was going to beat her, hiding to find her father.

And she first met Xia Changyue, learned how to burn incense on TV and became a sister, but she almost burned her hair with incense...

...

"I only marry the one I love...I only love you." Yi Haiyin's pious confession seemed to ring in his ears again.

It was like watching a life movie, everything she was familiar with was slowly playing in front of her eyes.

In the end, the scene freezes the scene where he tears her clothes apart and possesses her...

His handsome and unparalleled face overlapped with the devil in her heart bit by bit.

"Ah!" Yan Linghao opened his eyes and sat up.

Holding the quilt with both hands hard, I realized that I was wet with cold sweat.

Turning her head and looking around, she found that she was still in her room, but her head hurt like it was about to split.

After the hangover, her brain became a little dull.

I couldn't even tell whether everything I heard last night was a hallucination when she was drunk or a dream.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, the memory gradually became clear in my mind.

Thinking of Yi Haiyin, she felt a pain in her heart, clutching the quilt's hand and violently exerting force.

The eyes were red in an instant.

Holding the quilt, just sitting quietly, like a child abandoned by the whole world...

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Yan Group.

"Changyue, this document needs to be printed and backed up. Can you help me?" Fang Xiaoying handed the U disk to Xia Changyue who was in a daze, and asked softly.

"Okay." Xia Changyue regained his senses abruptly, took the U disk from her hand, and walked to the printer.

But I always remember Yan Ling who didn't answer her phone.

She saw the message from Yang Muya early in the morning, saying that Yan Ling was drunk and was met by her and brought back to Yang's house.

She was about to go to the Yang family to pick up someone, but Yang Muya told her that the person was picked up by Yi Haiyin last night.

But when she called Yan Ling, no one answered.