Song Yiyi sat in the yard and recalled everything carefully.
It really brought back some fragmented memories for her.
The original owner followed Cen Bo onto the train, holding an iron box all the way.
She hadn't seen the iron box since she came through.
The memory is fragmented.
Song Yiyi tried hard to piece it together.
She walked around the house again and again, and finally fixed her eyes on an open space in the yard.
No catalpa was found.
Song Yiyi took a small shovel and dug the soil bit by bit.
Soon, she heard a clang sound, which was the sound of the shovel hitting the iron box.
Song Yiyi hurriedly continued digging. Just when she was about to dig the box out of the soil, the courtyard door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.
As soon as she raised her eyes, her gaze met Cen Yue's.
Song Yiyi's heart suddenly sank, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, "Cen Yue, why are you here?"
She clearly remembered that the door was locked.
But in this situation, no matter what was in the iron box, she couldn't hide it anymore.
Song Yiyi could only pretend to be calm.
There was obvious anger on Cen Yue's face. He walked to Song Yiyi in three or two steps and pulled her up from the ground in a forceful manner.
Song Yiyi was frightened by the violence surging from his body.
She struggled subconsciously, "What...what are you doing?"
Feel the strength in your wrist.
Song Yiyi took a deep breath and stepped back repeatedly.
Cen Yue's chest heaved violently, his eyes were filled with emotions, and his breathing was suppressed, heavy and disordered.
"What do I do?"
Cen Yue's tone was cold, his handsome face full of gloom, "Song Yiyi, do you want to leave again?"
He approached step by step, his voice low and dangerous: "In your eyes, what am I? Do you think I am something you can do whenever you want, give me something when you like me, and throw it away when you don't like me?!"
"Do you still think I'm just a tool?"
The more Song Yiyi listened, the more confused she became.
Her wrist was already hurting, and she struggled a few times, but when it didn't move at all, she decided to give up.
"Cen Yue, let me go first."
Song Yiyi frowned, "Where should I go?"
She even began to wonder if there were some strange rumors going on outside.
After hearing this, Cen Yue misunderstood and ran over to question her.
Even so, Song Yiyi hated other people's attitude towards her.
Seeing that Cen Yue had no intention of letting go.
Song Yiyi was also angry. She turned around and bit Cen Yue's hand that was holding her.
He raised his foot and kicked Cen Yue's leg.
She was like an angry little lion, biting Cen Yue tightly and refusing to let go.
Cen Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her motionlessly, as if he felt no pain. He said word by word, "Song Yiyi, you saved my life. If you don't want me anymore, I will give my life back to you."
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Song Yiyi felt like she had been hit on the head by someone. She let go of him in a daze and took two seconds to react before opening her mouth: "What?"
Cen Yue's words reached his ears clearly.
Song Yiyi's thoughts were in a mess, and she mechanically repeated: "I saved your life?"
What's the meaning?
Sometimes the answer is right in front of you.
It’s not that I can’t see it, it’s just that I don’t want to believe it.
Cen Yue's voice trembled slightly. "Before we got married, you asked me what the teeth marks were. After we got married, I kept waiting for you to ask me. Why didn't you ask?"
He slowly raised his right hand in front of Song Yiyi.
Through the light, the tooth mark made Song Yiyi's eyes hurt.
Song Yiyi's eyes were covered with tears, and she looked away with difficulty, "I don't want to know."
Cen Yue's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were covered with dark clouds.
He took a step towards Song Yiyi, his voice a little hoarse: "Song Yiyi, do you love me?"
A sudden sentence.
"Cen Yue!"
Song Yiyi blurted out: "Shut up."
The panic and rejection that flashed across her eyes were captured perfectly by Cen Yue.
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