Liu Zhiyuan struggled angrily, "Duan Zichen, what do you want to do? What do you want to do?"

The umbrella in her hand was thrown to the ground during the struggle.

The rain got heavier and heavier, pouring down.

He held her tightly in the rain and refused to let go.

Liu Zhiyuan's arm was scratched and she was soaked.

She cried out angrily and angrily, "Duan Zichen, please let me go. How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? I can't be with you. I beg you not to appear in front of me in the future, okay?"

Duan Zichen's deep eyes were filled with sadness and pain, and he pleaded in an almost hoarse voice,

"Xiao Yuan, let me hold you for one more minute, just one minute, okay? I promise you, in one minute I will promise you everything. Okay? I won't appear in front of you, and there will be no intersection between you and me, okay? I love you, Xiao Yuan, I really love you. But I'm getting married soon..."

"Stop talking!" Liu Zhiyuan interrupted him.

The raindrops hit her face, but her heart had lost all feeling.

Duan Zichen sneered bitterly,

"Do you know? I'm going to marry Pei Xiaoxiao. I promised my mother. I'm going to marry her, Xiaoyuan, I love you, but now I'm going to marry Pei Xiaoxiao. I'm going to give up on you. I can't get close to you anymore, my heart hurts so much..."

Liu Zhiyuan just sneered sadly,

"Duan Zichen, what's the point of saying this now? I'm not that generous. I can't say I wish you eternal happiness. I can only say that we should try to avoid each other when we meet next time. We each have our own wonderful life, that's all..."

Duan Zichen hugged her tighter, his tense arms showing complete reluctance.

Liu Zhiyuan struggled, and he only murmured, "Let me hold you for a while, okay? Xiaoyuan..."

Suddenly, a low, threatening voice came from not far away.

"Let her go!"

Liu Zhiyuan was overjoyed.

This is Song Ling's voice.

It was her uncle's voice. Is he there?

A bolt of lightning struck, and the two people who were forced to entangle saw the domineering man with an umbrella in front of him.

Song Ling's facial features were tense, outlining a cool arc.

A chill emanated from my entire body, spreading everywhere.

The gaze reflected in his deep eyes was cold and sharp, as if he wanted to kill Duan Zichen.

For some unknown reason, Duan Zichen felt his powerful aura and unparalleled deterrent power.

His arm was slightly stiff, and Liu Zhiyuan took advantage of this opportunity to suddenly push his arm away and ran straight towards the uncle in front of him.

The uncle's back was very straight, his figure was tall and cold, and Wei Ran did not move on the rainy night.

Liu Zhiyuan was too tired of being entangled and just wanted to find a familiar harbor and a warm habitat.

She didn't consider the unpleasantness between them before and subconsciously threw herself into his arms.

She hugged his strong waist, buried her little face in his chest, and her small hands tightly grasped the hem of his suit.

Her voice was panicked and a little overjoyed.

“Uncle, uncle…”

Song Ling was slightly stunned, but did not say anything.

The eyes he looked up at Duan Zichen were even colder, and the voice that came out was a domineering warning.

"Duan Zichen, don't come near my woman!" Duan Zichen couldn't help but clench his big hand hanging by his side into a fist.

He wanted to rush up and hit him, but the way Liu Zhiyuan and Song Ling snuggled together hurt his eyes.

When did she start to transfer her dependence on him to another person without reservation?

After a few seconds, his fists slowly loosened. He was no longer qualified, was he?

Liu Zhiyuan's clothes were soaked, and she was shivering with cold. She raised her head and rubbed her head against his chest, "Uncle, let's go back to the room, okay? I'm cold."

Song Ling narrowed his eyes, a complicated feeling flashed through his heart, and he turned and left with her in his arms.

Duan Zichen looked at the backs of the two people. He was tall and she was petite. He was cold and she was warm. He was cool and she was cute. It seemed inharmonious, but he couldn't tell how harmonious it was. The wound in his heart was bleeding like a river.

Does it hurt?

He was in great pain, feeling as if his internal organs were being torn apart.

He staggered forward a few steps, then stopped dejectedly.

Deep down in his heart, he felt disappointed, painful, and helpless.

Liu Zhiyuan was the woman he loved most in his life, but in the end he and her drifted further and further apart.

He gave up.

He doesn't want to give up.

He had to give up again.

After marrying Pei Xiaoxiao, Xiao Yuan will definitely laugh at him.

Why is this happening?

He just stood in the heavy rain, letting the rain fall on him.

In the room, Liu Zhiyuan sneezed several times as soon as she returned to the room.

The rain from her wet the floor, and her shoes fell off as she tumbled down the hill.

When Duan Zichen hugged her, he didn't have time to look for her shoes.

Liu Zhiyuan covered her mouth and wanted to talk to the uncle.

The man threw a towel, his tone low and suppressed.

"Take a bath."

She took the towel and went to take a bath.

While taking a shower, she rubbed the wound on her arm and screamed in pain.

After taking a shower, the uncle stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him, smoking.

The heavy rain outside the window hit the glass, making it look somewhat desolate.

Liu Zhiyuan felt cold and needed a hug.

She stepped forward and said weakly, "Uncle, I'm cold and my body hurts. Many wounds are still bleeding. Can you help me take a look?"

She was not stupid, she did not think that the uncle's presence here was an accident.

The uncle must not trust her, so he followed her here.

So, she decided to reconcile with him because of his attitude.

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