She used to think that his stoic temperament was a kind of gentleness that didn't care about fireworks, but now she finally realized that it was a kind of cold-bloodedness that didn't care about anything.

So he can betray her without hesitation.

"So you are angry with me, do you hate me?" Ancheng asked, his face turned slightly ugly and a little pale.

"Do you still want me to be grateful to you?"

"..."

Ancheng was silent. He was silent when he didn't like to talk. He fell into a long silence for no reason. His eyes were slightly drooped, and his pupils had no focus and were only dim.

It's hard to guess what he is thinking.

She used to always guess whether his silence meant he was angry or sad, or whether she said or did something wrong again.

But she won't guess anymore. She's tired of guessing and she guessed completely wrong.

Jiang Weiyi looked at his face, turned around and left resolutely.

An Cheng touched her hand from behind, and An Cheng fumbled and grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Weiyi lowered her head, and Ancheng held her wrist tightly, the thin calluses on her palm piercing her skin.

An Cheng raised his eyes and looked in her direction unfocused, with concern on his face, and said persistently, "Come here, let me see where you are injured."

Where is the injury?

"Ancheng, that's enough for you."

Jiang Weiwei tried hard to break away from his hand, stepped back, and said with some excitement, "Where were you when I was raped by Xiang Yutian? You were there when I was imprisoned by Xiang Yutian and starved for three days and three nights.

Where? Where were you when I was abused by his men? Where were you when I was lying on the operating table for surgery? What's the use of letting you get injured now?"

He actually asked her where the injury was.

If he knows, will her injuries disappear?

"..."

An Cheng's face turned completely pale, and he staggered a few more steps, his face becoming even more bloodless.

"Can you make everything go back to the starting point?" Jiang Weiwei became more and more excited as he spoke, wishing to vent all the emotions he had suppressed for half a year. His eyes were covered with a layer of fog, like moisture crawling on the window glass, and his vision was hazy.

of.

Therefore, she did not notice Anjo's trembling hands and his increasingly difficult breathing.

"..." Ancheng was silent.

"Can you make me reaffirm that a man who broke a rib for me will not betray me?" Jiang Weiwei said as he stepped back, the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, clearly smiling, but bitter.

Incomparable.

"..."

An Cheng's face was bloodless, and his eyes were looking straight in her direction. He couldn't see anything and could only hear her bitter smile.

It was almost a voice of despair.

"No, you can't do anything."

He couldn't turn back time, she never saw regret on his face, and he never said an apology.

Her beliefs have been shattered.

Jiang Weiyi stepped back step by step, and then opened the door. Mu Yao was standing close to the door, and she almost fell in when she opened the door so suddenly.

Jiang Weiwei ignored her and ran away.

Mu Yao watched Jiang Weiyi run away depressedly, opened the door and walked in. His eyes widened in shock, "BOSS... Ancheng!"

Ancheng fell to the ground, his body curled up into a ball, his face was horribly pale, and his lips were trembling.

"Ancheng, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Mu Yao rushed over nervously and helped An Cheng up from the ground.
Chapter completed!