Chapter 51: 51. Chapter 51: Bitter Memories 1

51. Chapter 51: Bitter Memories 1

After hearing his explanation, I felt much more relieved; it turned out he had slowly walked into my heart. I felt a little lost, and if this goes on, I'm afraid I'll one day be deeply sunk in his feelings, unable to free myself.

This also reminded me of Haohua; he once held me in his arms and whispered sweet nothings to me, but in the end he was still mercilessly abandoned.

Thinking of this, my heart felt sour; I suddenly pushed Shangguan Yun away, and the tears welling up in my eyes finally fell.

"You... what's wrong?" Shangguan Yun saw my tears and was dumbfounded.

Perhaps he never expected that just a moment ago I was still so docile leaning in his embrace, and now I would shed crystal-clear tears.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and said to him, "From now on, you're you, I'm me, we have nothing to do with each other. I hope you make things clear with those girls of yours; I don't want to be slapped again." Having said that, I turned and rushed out the door without looking back.

After leaving the door, I didn't know how I got to the bus stop, let alone how I got on the bus.

Sitting in the seat by the window, I opened the window and let the fierce wind sweep across my cheeks...

The scenes of being with Haohua in the past appeared before my eyes again; back then I was like a carefree bird, leaning against his embrace every day, while he always pampered and indulged me. Thinking and thinking, my heart began to ache faintly again.

So I took out my phone from my pocket and sent Huiqing a message: "Woman, I miss him again!"

Every time I think of him to the point of heartbreak, I would call Huiqing and send her a message; but I haven't felt this way about him for a long time, I had buried him deep in my heart. This time, why am I missing him so much again? Why do I still think of him?

It was him; back then he mercilessly left me, no matter how I begged him, he was as hard-hearted as ever, giving me no chance. He was still so heartless leaving me; he surely doesn't know how many tears I shed for him, I thought my tears for him had long run dry.

He surely doesn't know how I got through that time, what it felt like to wash my face with tears every day.

He surely doesn't know that my tears are no longer salty; they have long turned bitter...