Ye Minglang originally wanted to continue speaking, but when she heard Linlia's answer, she felt like she was pressed down by invisible force, making her unable to make any sound.

She didn't expect Linlia to say such words. Even if it was just a few simple words, it was like needles for Ye Minglang, constantly pricking her chest.

Her heartache was unbearable because of Linlia's coldness. The other party seemed to have completely changed. Her eyes were so strange that she was at a loss.

However, Linlia's eyes were mixed with a bit of familiarity. But this familiar feeling was not kind-hearted. Ye Minglang noticed a certain kind of despair in the other party's staggered eyes.

Linlia's eyes looked so similar to Ye Mingzhu when she looked at her!

She almost thought that Ye Mingzhu was standing in front of her at this moment, not her good friend Lin Liya!

At this moment, Ye Minglang's heart was once again hit hard, but she could no longer bear it. However, the suffering over the years had long made her accustomed to the whine and vibration that ordinary people could not adapt to. She was like an emotional machine, enduring inhuman perception, and silently crushing everything into her stomach so that she could become one with them, and then to welcome the next tragic arrival.

Ye Minglang's hands fell weakly beside him. She lowered her head and did not dare to talk to Linliya again. Even if she wanted to save anything, it would be useless.

At this time, Linlia smiled at Ye Minglang, but the other party did not see her movement. Her smile had a deep sense of victory, and even she herself didn't know why she did this.

Linlia passed by Ye Minglang like a breeze. Her shoulders gently touched Ye Minglang's shoulders. Two completely different forces interspersed, one was the spirit and leisurely, and the other was as dark as before, which was hard to describe.

Ye Minglang was like a scared little animal. She was frightened and stood still. She did not dare to call Lin Liya and tell her everything about her with Senior Xian, and she did not dare to turn around and seek Senior Xian’s help.

At this moment, is she still qualified to be protected by a man again?

She had already decided that she had nothing, so she might as well cut off everything early and leave her with her sleeves, leaving some room for herself. In the future, there were also imaginations that she could recall. Although this imagination was unbearable, it didn't matter to her.

Ye Minglang walked out of the studio on his own. Just now, her affection and Song Chixian overlapped. The tacit understanding between them was blown away by her. She kept telling herself that those eternal promises and those true feelings like fairy tales did not belong to her.

On a summer night, a cool breeze blew for some reason. Perhaps it was because of Ye Minglang's intention that the breeze was dyed with a hint of coolness.

She stood outside the studio building, not knowing where to go. She looked up at the windows of the studio. The lights were still shining, but they were like a basin of water, extinguishing her heart.

After a long time, the back door of the studio was pushed open heavily, and Song Chi-hyun and Lin Leya walked out from inside. The scene was reflected in Ye Minglang's seriousness and gave her a heavy blow.

"So you haven't gone back yet? Minglang." Linlia immediately met Ye Minglang's panicked eyes the moment she walked out. She quickly smiled as usual. However, the more relaxed she showed, the more Ye Minglang's heart beat harder.
Chapter completed!