Chapter 314 Just Talking
Su Xiangwan remained silent, curling his fingertips slightly.
He chuckled lightly, like self-deprecating, but also like sarcasm.
Letting her go, he kicked the door open and left without looking back.
The door creaked, and Su Xiangwan stared blankly at his back, his eyes a little hazy.
Not long after, she heard the sound of him changing his clothes and driving away.
The room quickly became quiet, and the silence was somewhat cold.
Su Xiangwan sighed softly, got up and walked to the window, looking at the black car that disappeared into the night, feeling a little dazed.
Do you regret it?
No regrets.
That day she agreed to him by mistake.
Of course there is impulse.
But the absence of any news from him in the past few days made her understand that she actually likes him.
pity him?
Maybe a few points.
But more, it is distressed.
His pale face and pitiful appearance at that time made her feel soft.
Not wanting to disappoint him, he nodded.
*
Su Xiangwan stood in front of the window for about ten minutes.
She closed the window and went to bed until the night wind blew her body cold.
Before going to bed, she was in a daze, and vaguely felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.
But this night, she had a dream.
In the dream, Li Qingqing scratched her face with a dagger.
In the dream, Yaoji was covered in blood, staining his snow-white down.
In the dream, the flames were scorching hot, but in reality it seemed to be burning every inch of her skin.
"Xiang Wan, no one will love a woman like you."
"I said I love you, just talking, why take it seriously?"
"Xiang Wan, you're so stupid. If I treat you better, you'll believe me."
"The old man is dead, and I have already obtained the right of inheritance. To me, you are nothing but a useless son."
...
One sound, one sentence.
Echoes in the dream, very real.
In the end, it all turned into a monstrous flame.
The fire burned her flesh, and the thick black smoke made her unable to open her eyes.
She rolled on the ground in pain, like a fireball.
hot...so hot...
The monstrous sea of flames, the tongues of flames, her breathing became heavier and heavier, making it difficult to breathe.
"ah!!!"
Su Xiangwan exclaimed and sat up abruptly from the bed.
The lips were white and dry.
She was panting heavily, her eyes unfocused.
After a few minutes, she raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat off her head, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
The face of the woman in the mirror flushed red, as if her throat was strangled by something, and she turned purple from suffocation.
With a sigh, she calmed down a bit, but she didn't feel sleepy either.
Turned around and went to the next bedroom to take a look.
The bed was made and untouched.
He didn't come back either.
*
The next day, early morning.
Su Xiangwan got up to eat as usual.
It's just because I haven't slept since then, there is a layer of gray gray under my eyes.
When going downstairs to leave.
Han Jiaqing stood in front of the lobby on the first floor.
Wearing a long pink dress, with hairpins, and delicate makeup, she seemed to be here deliberately waiting for her.
Su Xiangwan glanced at her indifferently, not in the mood to waste words with her, so he walked past her.
Han Jiaqing looked at her back and couldn't help but say, "Believe it or not, in two months, the young master will get tired of you."
Su Xiangwan paused, but didn't look back.
"At least he was interested in me, how about you? Do you deserve it?"
The words fell, regardless of Han Jiaqing's livid face.
Su Xiangwan drives in the evening.
Once we got to the set, everything was business as usual.
She lowered her eyes slightly and let the makeup artist toss her face, but she couldn't help remembering that it was almost the end of the year.
She remembered that in her previous life, Su Zhiguo called her home at the end of the year.
In the Su family's small villa, she met Song Ziming, that man for the first time.
Eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her cold eyes.
Count the time, it's almost here.