The lively atmosphere around was suddenly silent.

Su Man-F said nothing and turned to leave.

Yan Feixi picked up the lilac flowers on the ground and chased after him without hesitation.

Su Man-F knew that she should not lose her composure. She should not ruin the atmosphere, should not let the past affect her, and should not lose her rationality that she was proud of.

But she could not control herself, and her mind was filled with messy and painful images.

On the wedding night, he said that he did not want to marry her at all. 　　That night when he brutally possessed her, she felt pain all over her body, but she did not get any pity from him, only insults and contempt. 　　On the night of her divorce, she became a joke for everyone after dinner. She was driven out of the Yan family, looking at the mocking expressions of the onlookers, listening to Biluo's crying... 　　She cried in Aunt Lian's arms, her heart broken, and asked in confusion, whether she owed a debt of love in her previous life, and was destined to be hurt in this life? 　　Her tears were all shed in pain, but her heart was still hurting. Every moment, every night, when she was alone, her heart was cut, tormenting her soul. 　　She wanted to forget, but couldn't. She wanted 　　to break up, but couldn't. 　　She wanted to hate, but couldn't. 　　Su Man-F, can you be a little more useless? 　　She fell to the ground in a mess, closed her eyes in pain, bit her lips, huddled up, and buried her face in her bent knees. 　　Yan Feixi followed her and saw that she was like a wounded child, without sobbing or crying, but just silent, but it made people feel extremely heartbroken. 　　He walked towards her, squatted down, and reached out to touch her. "Man-F." 　　"Don't touch me." Su Man-F looked up, her pale face had no tears, only deep fatigue. "You said you fell in love with me and fell in love with me, right?" 　　Yan Feixi did not withdraw his hand, and still touched her cold cheek. But she did not push him away, her black eyes looked at him steadily. Under her gaze, he nodded. "Yes." 　　"But I don't want your love, nor do I want you to be nice to me, because the nicer and more gentle you are to me, the more my heart hurts..." 　　Her lips trembled with excitement. It might be that too much alcohol made her tightly locked heart relax a little, or it might be that too much pain made her completely collapse, making her no longer patient and no longer suppress. She 　　was tired, completely tired. 　　"Your smile and your gentleness will remind me of the me in the past... the me who was humble to get a little warmth from you, the me who gave everything to get a smile from you... If this goes on, I'm so scared, I'm afraid I will really want to take revenge on you." 　　She hated and resented, but she never wanted revenge, because... she still loved him. 　　That love was hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and she never dared to touch it, nor did she dare to admit it. 　　The deeper the love, the heavier the hate. She was afraid... afraid that one day the hate in her heart would exceed the love, and she would go crazy, her face would be hideous, and she would destroy everything. She 　　didn't want this, she just wanted to live a peaceful life, to forget him, without love or hate. 　　Why didn't he fulfill her wish? Why did he keep provoking her? Why did he keep pestering her? Why didn't he let her go... 　　"It doesn't matter." Yan Feixi spoke softly, holding her in his arms with pity, "If you want revenge, then take revenge. You can hate me and blame me as much as you want, and vent your anger and pain on me. I have a thick skin and can bear it. So..." He raised his little face and looked at her distressedly, "Don't hide all your sorrow and grievances in your heart. I gave you your sadness, and your grievances were caused by me. I am the culprit. You can hit me, scold me, and cut me with a knife, but don't bear it and bear it alone. Dou, Dou, Net." 　　Su Man bit her lip and stared at him in a daze. Her red eyes wandered around helplessly. At this time, she was no longer the shrewd eldest girl of the Su family, but a woman who was hurt by love. 　　She didn't know if she could believe him. The pain in her heart was so deep, and the unbearable memories kept emerging in her mind, making her afraid and terrified. 　　She didn't know what to do... She was always panic-stricken with him. 　　Yan Feixi saw her expression and felt indescribable pain. 　　He didn't force her, nor did he say anything else, and turned his back to her. "Come on up, I'll carry you back." 　　Looking at his broad back, Su Manqing thought of the woods that night, when he was squatting and kneeling like this, saying he would carry her. 　　Her eyes suddenly felt hot, she lowered her head, stood up and lay on his back. 　　Yan Feixi carried her easily, without saying a word, and walked home. 　　After a long time, the slightly cool little hands hugged his neck, and the little face was pressed against his shoulder. Yan Feixi felt a touch of warmth wet the clothes on his shoulders. 　　He paused for a moment, and then continued walking. 　　The two were silent, with only the shadows on the ground following them, reflecting the intimate figures of the two. 　　Yan Feixi carried Su Manqing back to her room in the Tang family, put her on the bed, stood up and walked out, and soon came back with a basin of hot water. 　　Placing the basin on the small table on the bed, he wrung out a hot towel, held her right hand, and carefully wiped her hands. 　　Su Man sat on the head of the bed, staring at his movements with red eyes. 　　Yan Feixi wiped her hands clean before taking off her shoes and socks. He saw that her left ankle was slightly swollen, which must have been accidentally twisted when she fell just now. 　　Touching her ankle lightly with his fingers, he looked up at her. "Does it hurt?" Analysis and forecast of China Merchants Bank's stock trend and K-line chart