However, Qu Yan deeply understands that he is already Ji Zhuoran's wife, and even if her marriage looks precarious, it may be destroyed at any time.

But at this moment, since she is holding this status, she must undertake corresponding obligations.

Therefore, in estrus, it ends with rituals.

"It doesn't make sense to say this now." She dodged the question again.

But this time, he had to ask the question, "If you have it, you have, if you don't, you don't have it. Don't you even have the kindness that made me die?"

Qu Yan squeezed her fists, and her nails were secretly embedded in the palms of her hands, borrowing the pain to wake her up.

Since they must be separated, it is better to be unfeeling and not sloppy.

"No," she said. In order to make him give up, she was completely unfeeling. "I always liked Ji Zhuoran. His parents treated me very well before they died. I liked him when I first met him when I was fourteen. He's here. When I first met, do you remember the question I wanted to ask you when I won?"

Cheng Feiyang was startled.

Indeed, the first time she met, in the game she won, the question she wanted to ask was about Ji Zhuoran.

"At that time, I just wanted to ask you, do you know what happened to Ji Zhuoran during the time his parents died that changed his temperament?" She looked back at him, her eyes full of sobriety and calm, "Boss Cheng, I'm leaving now, can you tell me the answer to this question?"

In fact, what the answer to this question is is no longer important to Qu Yan.

It's just that she deliberately led the problem to Ji Zhuoran, but she didn't want Cheng Feiyang to continue to miss her.

It is nothing more than annoyance to keep thinking about her.

Cheng Feiyang twitched his lips and smiled, "I was not very young that year, and I knew that something big had happened, but the details were not clear."

After saying this, he seemed to really give up, "Go downstairs and fulfill your promise to me."

After the last dance, she will leave.

They slowly went downstairs, and at this moment, many people were already jumping on the dance floor downstairs.

The hem of the gorgeous dresses of the ladies flew up, the smell of expensive perfume was scattered in the air, and the moment when the male and female limbs intertwined, beautiful lines and arcs were outlined.

He put his arms around her slender waist, and the two danced on the dance floor to music.

The moment his eyes met, his eyes seemed to have stars falling into the sea.

And she was so calm and almost ruthless.

Her hand was held by him, and the warmth of his palm passed to her cold fingertips, but she was still unable to warm her.

She is too cold.

Staggered dance steps.

He is close, she is far away.

He stepped back, but she took a step forward.

It seems that love is like this dance, performing the drama of chasing countless times. Whoever loses his heart first is doomed to lose the game.

She whirled, he kept.

She leaned, but he pushed her away.

The limbs are pulling, the mind is wandering, the footsteps are chasing, the distance is suddenly far and near, no one can tell whether they will hug each other in the next second, or suddenly separate.

Finally, the song is over.

Qu Yan loosened his arm around his shoulder.

"Shao Cheng, it's over." She said.

"Well," he turned around, "I have something to tell Aunt Du, this time you go first."

She nodded, turned around and left.

Cheng Feiyang looked at her back, and suddenly remembered, as if she had no nostalgia every time she left first.

It seems that she really does not love.

However, he couldn't see it, with his back facing his Qu Yan, tears were already on his face at this moment.

She knows that this time, goodbye will be far away...