This inferiority complex seemed to have awl hit An Xiaoqing's heart. She pulled him over to straighten his face and said, "When did I say I won't marry you?"

"But as soon as you see him... you..." He puffed up his cheeks, a trace of pain flashed in his dark eyes, and he said angrily.

"Who are you talking about? Do I recognize him?" An Xiaoqing asked confusedly. Thinking about it carefully, she seemed to have never been a fool to any man?

"I'm just walking on my forehead, I'm playing in front of the flower door, my chair comes to the bamboo horse, and I'm going around the bed to make green plums." Chu Yunxi's eyes drooped slightly, and he thought softly. The long hairy hair left two beautiful shadows on his eyelids like two small fans, but the desolation on his face could not be covered. The slightly hoarse voice had long revealed his sadness.

An Xiaoqing was shocked, and Chen Zihan's face appeared in front of her. That person had the same face as Chen Zihan, and was Chu Yunxi's brother. As long as she married Chu Yunxi, she would have to live under the same roof as that face in the future, and she would have to face the face that made her unforgettable.

Feeling her stiffness, the sadness on Chu Yunxi's face became more obvious. The inferiority that had disappeared had once again climbed up to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and it was clearly written on his face, stinging An Xiaoqing's eyes again. He was the pride of heaven and the most handsome and majestic man in her eyes. The expression of inferiority should not appear on his face.

He carefully stretched out his hand, gently smoothed his tight eyebrows, and sighed quietly, "He is just an old friend who looks like me. That poem was once my agreement with that old friend..."

Speaking of the past, An Xiaoqing's heart still felt ache. After all, she was a person she loved deeply and had hurt her hard. How could she forget it just by saying that she could forget it?

"Do you care about that person very much?" He became even more sad when he heard this. The desolation in his eyes became more and more obvious. Mo Ming's loneliness made him dim, like a small grass floating in his black clothes, without any foundation.

Can you say no? An Xiaoqing couldn't say it. His eyes were so pure and clean, without any dust. Any lie was a blasphemy to him, but to be honest?

Her sorrow has already touched her heart. How could she bear to make him even more sad? How could she bear to be swallowed by loneliness?

In a dilemma, the atmosphere began to become solemn. The closeness that had just flowed between the two was gradually fading away. The silence that had been too long was suffocating. An Xiaoqing easily opened Chu Yunxi's face. She wanted to find a place to quietly comb her feelings, and wanted to accumulate the energy and courage to face that face calmly...

"Do you want to go back on your word?" But Chu Yunxi grabbed his hand vigorously. His voice was anxious and panicked, but his tone was firm.

"I..." An Xiaoqing wanted to escape, but she wanted to escape from his pressing. It was not that he was not good enough, it was that she had not sorted out her feelings, it was that she was not ready to accept it again, it was her fault, but...

"Is he sorry for you? I'll help you find him wherever he is." Chu Yunxi wrapped his arms around her, not allowing her to escape, and her mellow voice was filled with rupture pain.

An Xiaoqing kept shook her head, don’t be so kind to me, it’s not worth it, Chu Yunxi.
Chapter completed!