Chapter 315 Tang Yutong, what are you doing!
Tang Yutong was standing behind the door of the next box, her thin back pressed tightly against the door, as if this could prevent the man from breaking in.
Her breathing was rapid, and she didn't let out a sigh of relief until she was sure there were no footsteps approaching the door.
Her tense body instantly lost its strength, and she slowly slid down the door and sat on the ground.
The words the man had just said were still echoing in Tang Yutong's mind, and every word was like a knife cutting into her heart.
In shock, her handbag fell to the ground with a "clatter", startling the man inside and waking herself up.
In a panic, she grabbed her handbag and ran away, sneaking into the half-open box like a frightened rabbit.
After calming down, Tang Yutong suddenly clenched her fists. Why did she run away? The one who did the wrong thing was obviously the man who was full of lies!
Memories flooded back uncontrollably.
At last night's birthday party, those enthusiastic "good brothers" who toasted with their glasses, those sincere blessings, turned out to be nothing more than actors hired by Chu Ci. She foolishly thought it was a surprise he had carefully prepared, and she was so moved that her eyes were red in front of everyone, and she even gave him her most precious thing...
"How ridiculous..."
She forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and her fingertips suddenly touched the cold liquid. Only then did she realize that her vision had been blurred and tears were rolling down her face uncontrollably.
"Tang Yutong, what are you doing? You're actually crying for a liar like this. Are you crazy?"
Tang Yutong talked to herself and wiped the tears from her face with her hands. But the more she wiped, the more the tears flowed. Finally, she hugged her knees as if giving up, buried her face in her arms and cried bitterly.
Suppressed sobs echoed in the empty box. Tang Yutong curled up into a ball like a wounded little animal, hiding in the corner and licking his wounds alone.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The shrill ringtone of the cell phone suddenly rang, and the two words "Chu Ci" on the screen stung her eyes. Tang Yutong suddenly pressed the hang-up button and pressed the power button with trembling fingers.
When the screen went completely dark, Tang Yutong saw his own disheveled reflection through the black screen.
The carefully applied eye makeup was smudged, and there were traces of tears on her face. Her makeup looked completely terrible. The silk scarf that Chu Ci had specially picked out for her this morning had already been twisted by her, and the clear kiss marks on her neck were directly exposed to the air.
Those dark red marks seemed so glaring at this moment. Tang Yutong looked at the densely packed kiss marks and felt only irony.
She touched the marks with trembling fingers, and the warm memories of last night suddenly became unrecognizable.
Her mind was uncontrollably filled with every detail of her time with Chu Ci these days:
Chu Ci always showed up unexpectedly downstairs of her company, carrying the cheesecake that required a two-hour queue.
He would sit quietly on the sofa in the reception area when she was working overtime, just to wait for her to get off work and have dinner together.
On weekends, he could always find a hundred ways to coax her to his house, and then the two of them would snuggle up on the sofa and watch a movie...
The most ironic thing was last night, when she closed her eyes and smelled the sweet scent of the cake while making a wish, the blessings that came one after another in her ears, and Chu Ci's affectionate eyes in the candlelight.
He remembered every wish she had mentioned casually, but turned them into an elaborate hoax in the cruelest way.
"Why……"
Tang Yutong's nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
The dim light in the box cast distorted shadows on the carpet, just like her shattered trust at this moment.
He could have just told her he wasn't ready to introduce her to someone, so why put on this ridiculous show? Was that intense gaze he gave her, that spontaneous, intimate gesture, all an act?
She stared blankly at the abstract decorative painting on the opposite wall, the colorful blocks of color blurred into one in her tearful eyes.
All the sweet memories have turned into sharp pieces of glass, and every time I think of a piece, it cuts a new wound in my heart.
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