She used to like these little girls' favorite objects, lively jewelry, which reminded her of carefree days.

But what is the use of these things now?

"I don't want it anymore." Han Yurou said calmly, "Just throw it away."

"I didn't say I would return it to you. I have kept this card for four years and it has always been with me."

Han Yurou didn't know what he was doing, and she didn't want to listen to him anymore. Her eyelids were full of tiredness: "Let go of your hand, I'm tired, my head hurts... I want to take a nap, I really want to take a nap."

Then I will completely forget you and all the pain."

"Han Yurou!" Rong Jincheng pursed his lips, "I took you to see the lanterns, went shopping with you, and read books with you... What about these? What do these mean to you? I entertain myself.

happy?"

"I can't guess what Mr. Rong is thinking. As for these things, you should forget about them."

Rong Jincheng didn't speak anymore. The darkness in the corner cast a deep shadow on his face. He was like a sculpture, his eyes were dull and his whole body was cold.

The body temperature is cooling down little by little.

"Okay... I will forget." Rong Jincheng's thin lips parted slightly, "I will forget everything."

"most."

"Women are the most heartless."

Han Yurou did not refute or admit. She just remained silent, unwilling to look at Rong Jincheng's face and eyes.

I don't know if I heard any movement in this room, but there was a knock on the door outside: "Joanna, are you awake? I seem to hear some movement in your room."

It's Qin Haoran.

Han Yurou drowsily pretended to have just woken up and replied: "You heard wrong..."

"Oh, it's okay. Just call me if you need anything."

"Um."

The sound of footsteps faded away.

Qin Haoran left.

Rong Jincheng finally let go of her hand: "I'm leaving."

Han Yurou said nothing.

"I know you don't want to see me, but I'm leaving. How can you kill me just by saying something?!" Rong Jincheng felt extremely depressed, but Han Yurou didn't show any expression at all.

This was not what she looked like when she saw Qin Haoran!

Rong Jincheng was so angry that he was half dead.

"Bon voyage." Her thin lips opened and closed gently, and her eyes were light and airy.

Rong Jincheng: "..."

Forget it, forget it.

He was afraid that he would be suffocated to death if he stayed any longer.

Rong Jincheng went out.

I'm really suffocating myself to death.

He walked to the deck of the cruise ship, found a dark corner, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit it.

It was a bit cold on the beach at night, and the cold wind blew on my arms, giving me goosebumps.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Rong Jincheng felt relieved.

Taking a deep breath, the breath of sea water poured into his throat, and he coughed lightly. He was tortured and probably caught a cold.

In this dark corner, neither the moonlight nor the lights can shine in, only the white smoke slowly floats out, curling up.

Rong Jincheng lazily leaned against the wall, standing with his legs crossed and his eyes dim.

The sound of the sea water lapping against the shore was endless, and the vast sea water had no end in sight. Rong Jincheng felt annoyed and planned to go back after finishing a cigarette.

Suddenly, the sound of a woman chatting was heard, and Rong Jincheng hid inside.

"Xiao Ying, it's strange to say that I just saw a figure from behind in the corridor. He looks very much like your former boyfriend."

"My boyfriend? Which one?"

"Which one else is the one you almost got married to?"
Chapter completed!