"Xue'er is back?"
As she asked this question, Liu Leyao's originally clear and melodious voice became extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, almost disappearing.
It's hard to imagine that this is the voice of the woman who usually stands in the center of the stage, radiating brilliance and overflowing with passion.
Now, her face is as pale as paper, her eyes are dull and lifeless, and she looks like an old woman on her deathbed, with no trace of her former charm and vitality.
You should know that anyone who goes without food or water for a day and a half will experience tremendous stress on their body, and it's no wonder they're this weak.
Seeing that Liu Leyao finally showed some reaction, Wang Shirong hurriedly stepped forward and said, "That's right, let's hurry back to Jincheng, Xue'er has been waiting for us there!"
Despite being filled with impatience, Wang Shirong still managed to force a smile.
After all, his relationship with Liu Leyao was not just that of ordinary friends or teammates; they were also long-time business partners.
Over the years, emotions and interests have become intertwined, like two tightly entwined ropes that have bound the two of them together.
However, Liu Leyao seemed not to hear Wang Shirong's words; she continued to mutter to herself, "Xue'er..."
She kept repeating the name to herself, her eyes vacant and lifeless, looking almost bewitched.
Seeing this, Wang Shirong wasn't angry at all. Instead, he continued to reply as if he were coaxing a child, "Yes, yes, it's Xue'er, our Leyao's most beloved Xue'er!"
As soon as Wang Shirong finished speaking, Liu Leyao, who had been in a normal mood, fell completely silent.
She quickly pulled the blanket next to her and covered her head completely with it.
She curled up tightly on the bed like a frightened kitten.
Time passed by, minute by minute. About five minutes later, Liu Leyao, who had been eerily quiet, suddenly kicked the quilt away without warning.
Immediately afterwards, she sat up straight in bed.
At this moment, although Liu Leyao's face still retained its usual exquisiteness and beauty, her messy hair and abnormally pale skin due to low blood sugar made her look like a terrifying female ghost.
Her large eyes were fixed intently on Wang Shirong, as if she had discovered something extremely important in him.
Then, as if a drowning person had finally grasped a lifeline, Liu Leyao suddenly widened her eyes and couldn't wait to ask, "Xue'er, don't Xue'er and Mu Liuyun look exactly alike?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Shirong's heart trembled violently, as if his heart had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, producing a dull sound.
At the same time, an ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide, causing a fine layer of sweat to instantly appear on his forehead.
He stared blankly at Liu Leyao in front of him, his mind a complete mess.
You see, in this world, no one understands Liu Leyao better than him; sometimes, even Liu Leyao herself probably doesn't understand her true innermost thoughts as well as he does.
Therefore, when Wang Shirong heard Liu Leyao say such a thing, he immediately realized what Liu Leyao was thinking.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and slowly asked, "Could it be... that you plan to make Xue'er a substitute for Mu Liuyun?"
Wang Shirong's voice trembled slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind, each syllable carrying an uncontrollable excitement and unease.
When Liu Leyao heard him say the words about a substitute, her eyes, which were originally as calm as autumn water, instantly rippled, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, forming a deep furrow.
"What 'stand-in'! How can you speak so rudely! How could I possibly let Xue'er play such a role?"
Liu Leyao's tone was full of anger and dissatisfaction. Her gaze was fixed on Wang Shirong, as if blaming him for speaking recklessly.
"But now Xue'er doesn't want me anymore, and she refuses to turn back no matter what. So, besides Mu Liuyun, what other choice do I have? Am I just going to grow old alone like this?"
After saying that, her gaze changed, and a glimmer of hope flickered deep in her eyes, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.
Her words were riddled with holes, as if she had already replaced Mu Liuyun and Lin Xuelan.
At this moment, all she hoped for was a positive answer from Wang Shirong, even just a nod would do.
So she looked at Wang Shirong with even greater anticipation, her eager expression making it seem as if time itself had frozen.
However, in Wang Shirong's eyes at this moment, Liu Leyao appeared to be almost insane, nearly possessed by a demon.
Such an expression made him feel irritated, and he felt his blood and qi churning inside his body like surging waves.
In an instant, a nameless rage surged to his head, and he could no longer control his emotions, rushing to Liu Leyao in three steps.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Shirong raised his hand high and swung it without hesitation toward Liu Leyao's beautiful face.
Although his slap was extremely light, leaving not even a red mark, the sudden blow still shocked the unsuspecting Liu Leyao.
Liu Leyao instinctively covered her cheeks with her hands, staring wide-eyed at Wang Shirong in disbelief.
As childhood friends who grew up together, just as Wang Shirong knew her very well, she also knew Wang Shirong inside and out.
She knew Wang Shirong well; from childhood to adulthood, he had always been a kind-hearted, unassuming, and good-natured person.
He is somewhat socially anxious and introverted, and has never initiated any arguments or conflicts with others.
Liu Leyao could confidently guarantee that Wang Shirong had never laid a hand on anyone in his entire life.
However, to her utter surprise, the first time in his life that Wang Shirong had ever hit someone, the target would be herself.
"You...you hit me! Even my dad has never hit me..."
Liu Leyao covered her slapped cheek, staring at Wang Shirong in disbelief, tears glistening in her eyes, her words tinged with grievance and anger.
"Stop talking nonsense! Your uncle used to beat you a lot when you were a kid!"
Wang Shirong snorted coldly, unmoved in the slightest.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Liu Leyao's collar, pulling her close so that their eyes met for a moment.
Then, Wang Shirong glared angrily and shouted at Liu Leyao, "Wake up! The one who really doesn't want you is Mu Liuyun, not Lin Xuelan! All of this is because you pushed Mu Liuyun away with your own hands!"
His voice was deafening, as if it were about to pierce Liu Leyao's eardrums.
"Look at the terrible attitude you have towards Mu Liuyun. Even if one day Mu Liuyun becomes a promiscuous woman, she would never choose someone like you! Do you understand?"
Wang Shirong continued to relentlessly berate Liu Leyao.
Then, he changed the subject and said, "Also, if Lin Xuelan knew how you treated her own brother, and even seemed to want her to be a substitute for him, do you think she would still pay attention to you?"
At this point, Wang Shirong's face revealed a hint of disdain. "You woman, you really only think of yourself!"
After saying that, Wang Shirong's frustration seemed to dissipate instantly. He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, draped it over his shoulders, and strode towards the door.
He muttered to himself, "Four-legged toads are hard to find, but a lead singer who can play guitar is easy to find, huh!"
That being said, finding a suitable lead singer is actually not an easy task.
However, Wang Shirong couldn't care less about that at the moment. He hurriedly walked out the door, quickly took out his phone from his pocket, and skillfully opened the ticket booking app to book a flight to another city.
He didn't want to stay in Mohe for even a moment longer.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with this place; the scenery is beautiful and the people are kind. It's just that the bad luck associated with that woman named Liu Leyao makes him feel that every minute and every second here is torture.
Wang Shirong believed that he had done his best and been extremely kind to Liu Leyao.
Thinking about all this, Wang Shirong couldn't help but curse inwardly, "I don't like Liu Leyao, and I'm not her simp, so why should I put up with this?"
It's true that he enjoys watching other people date, but if someone like Liu Leyao wants to date, how can she possibly do it?
Do you know you don't have that ability? I suggest you first figure out the basic concept of how to treat people as human beings!
Just then, Liu Leyao, who was sitting on the bed curled up like a duck, watched as Wang Shirong turned and left without hesitation, without even looking back.
Her once strong heart crumbled instantly, and tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the pristine white sheets: "Shi...Shirong."
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