"Jiaojiao, I——"
"bite--"
The elevator arrived and the door slowly opened, but Song Xijiao seemed not to hear it and just stared at Pei Zhiting.
Pei Zhiting's heart moved slightly. He suddenly reached out and held her hand, then strode out of the elevator.
"Jiaojiao, I have a poem to read to you."
Song Xijiao staggered a bit when he pulled her, but she didn't struggle. She just followed him obediently.
Pei Zhiting's pace was slow. She followed him and listened to him speak slowly.
"Jiaojiao, I have a poem to read to you."
"Spring has arrived, you smiled, and now roses are climbing on the iron fence, from bottom to top, winding and entwining, in clusters, just like my beating heart—"
Song Xijiao stopped walking suddenly while listening to his poem. Pei Zhiting seemed not to notice and continued walking forward until she suddenly tightened her hand holding his. Then he stopped and turned to look at her.
“Jiaojiao——”
Song Xijiao suddenly reached out and hugged him, her face buried in his chest, her voice muffled.
"Pei Zhiting, you fool."
She didn't seem that sad. She loved the wrong person, but there was also someone who loved her all the time.
Pei Hetong raised his hand and threw the ring in his hand out. The ring drew a parabola in the air, and then fell next to a trash can not far away with a "ding" sound.
Why?
Having the same surname as Pei, Pei Zhiting can have everything he wants without restraint, while he will lose everything he has.
No, he refused to accept.
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