Chapter 88 - Growing Temper

Xia Zhixing nodded and sighed helplessly. Lying on the sofa, she said, “Isn’t there a saying, if you can’t beat them, join them, haha…”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Xia Zhixing laughed spontaneously and pushed Tang Xin playfully.

Tang Xin smiled too, “That’s true.”

“It took me 26 years to meet such a good friend. How can I leave? Of course, I’ll stay and torture you.” Xia Zhixing gave her another bear hug. Tang Xin complained she couldn’t bear it.

“I too have lived for 22 years before I met someone like you. You were willing to fight for me and didn’t dislike me because I was labeled a “psychopath.” I don’t want to let you go either.” Tang Xin thought of what Xia Zhixing had done for her at the critical moment that day, and couldn’t help but tear up and reach for her.

“We should be good friends forever! No matter what happens, no one can separate us! ” Xia Zhixing slapped Tang Xin on the shoulder, picked up the red wine on the table, and poured two glasses, “Come! To our friendship, like this red wine, the longer it lasts, the more precious it will be! ”

“Yeah!” Tang Xin broke into tears and smiled. She took the red wine and drank all of it.

“Xinxin, what are you going to do next? Do you want to continue your musical career? ” Xia Zhixing asked casually.

Tang Xin shook her head. “I won’t touch the piano again.”

She was convinced that as long as she liked something, it would be destroyed. If she didn’t like anything and cared for nothing, she could live in peace.

“But Isn’t piano your favorite? Isn’t it a pity that you give up like this?” It was a pity that a pianist who was praised as a genius be buried like this.

“So what if I don’t give up? Maybe that’s not the path I should go down. ” Tang Xin looked down, mixing her coffee soullessly; her eyes cold and dead.

Xia Zhixing couldn’t help but think of that time when she saw Tang Xin playing the piano. As if when she touched the piano, her whole face was radiant, which others couldn’t help but marvel. She was born to play the piano.

“Is it because of your husband? If you do it for your love of him, I can understand. Tell me, do you love him? ” To give up a dream was as painful as taking out a person’s ribs.

Xia Zhixing’s words stabbed Tang Xin’s saddened heart.

There had never been love between them.

She raised her head, smiled faintly, and switched the topic, “Now that you don’t have to hide anymore, what are you going to do next? ”

Her understanding of Xia Zhixing was also limited to that she was sold to others. Before the age of eight, all her memories were lost. At the age of 26, Xia Zhixing desperately wanted to escape someone. But she never told her who bought her and whether it was that same person she was escaping from.

Xia Zhixing knew that she didn’t want to talk and didn’t force her anymore. She shrugged and leaned her whole body onto the sofa. “I have no ambition. My only wish is to find out the vague shadow hovering in my heart all the time. My intuition tells me that he is very important. It’s so important that it could change my life! That’s why I still want to find him! ”

As she spoke, she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist.

“Could this person be related to you?” Tang Xin guessed.

“I thought about this possibility, but intuition tells me otherwise. This person used to be more worthy of my trust than my relatives.”