Chapter 113: Who is She? (2)
âYou canât say it?â Cheng Xin closed her eyes in disappointment and pulled a smile that was less attractive than her crying. Although struggled to smile, she couldnât help but lower her head as her shoulders trembled.
Jing Hao looked down and noticed the water stains on the ground. Suddenly, his heart felt more painful than being stuck with needles. He stepped forward to hug her: âXin Xin, donât cry, I really donât know what to do.â
âItâs very simple,â Cheng Xin stepped back and gazed at her loverâs handsome face. âBreak up your engagement with her.â
Jing Hao took his hand back and complained, âXin Xin, have you really matured?â
âNo,â Cheng Xin burst into tears, as if she had been stabbed painfully. Her delicate makeup was smeared as she cried, âIâm not mature. Didnât you know that long ago? Now that you have someone new by your side, you think Iâm childish?â
âNo, thatâs not itâ¦â Jing Hao knitted his brows.
âDonât speak, just get out of here.â Cheng Xin covered her ears and pushed Jing Hao out the door. âI donât want to see you.â
But how could a small woman of only ninety pounds push away man who was more than a hundred pounds?
âYouâre not leaving are you?â Cheng Xin glared, âFine, then you let me go.â
âSlow down, Jing Hao pulled away from her gently. âIâll go.â
Cheng Xinâs state was too unstable for her to go out, so he wasnât at ease.
Just when Jing Hao stepped outside, the door slammed shut behind him.
Inside the house, Cheng Xin leaned against the door. Having exhausted all of her strength, she slowly slipped down to the ground and fell like a pool o f mud. Her hand held a bracelet close to her chest, her fingertips noticeable pale.
As she leaned against the door, she felt bitter chills all over her body.
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Her broken whimpers reached Jing Haoâs ears from outside the door. He tightened his fists.
After a long time, he finally turned to leave. But at that moment, the door suddenly swung open and a pair of bracelets flew out, landing on the ground.
Jing Haoâs face stiffened. He squatted down, picked up the bracelet on the ground, and put it in his pocket.
Then he turned around and left.
He had to find out who dared to plot against him behind his back.
Suddenly, Mu Mingchengâs hateful face appeared in his mind.
Gu Jin had no idea that the male and female protagonists were in conflict. Even if she knew about it, she wouldnât care.
For her, love was merely one of the spices in life; if itâs present, then itâs there. If not, then she had no demand for it.
The kind of passionate love where men and women madly pursue each other was something she couldnât understand personally. She had nothing to do with them as long as they didnât disturb her peace.
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Based on Gu Jinâs values, what was the point of love if you can make your own life colorful and exciting? Is it necessary?
Perhaps there are moments when her heart flutters, but that heartbeat was like the wind that ripples the surface of the pool.
After the breeze, the lake will gradually restore its calm stateâ¦
Mu Mingchengâs wound recovered very quickly. After staying in the villa for a few days, Gu Jin couldnât stand staying here any longer. Since the Literature Society was just about to hold a gathering, Gu Jin asked him if she could got out.
Unexpectedly, Mu Mingcheng agreed.