Chapter 2 Too Late Too Late

  His tall figure was like a great mountain, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

  Seeing her not responding, Ye Shengge's lips curved slightly, and she continued to ask without giving up: "Are you really going to get engaged to that man?"

  Qian Lian Xia looked at him with a sorrowful and dispirited expression, and couldn't help but find it amusing. She thought to herself, "Whether I get engaged or not, what does it have to do with him?" As she thought this, her mouth had already spoken out coldly, "Ye Sheng Ge, who I choose to get engaged to is none of your business, right?"

  "Who do you think you are, and what right do you have to interfere with any of my business?"

  She turned her back, gazing at the raindrops dripping from the eaves, and a cold voice came out of her mouth, "Ye Shengge, I'm not that familiar with you yet. Moreover, for a man who has used me before, I can't guarantee that I won't suspect he'll use me again!"

  The man under the black umbrella, his body trembling slightly, the blood color on his face faded in an instant, he struggled to open his lips, looking at her back close at hand, "Is this what you think of me? Am I so unworthy in your eyes?"

  Qian Lian Xia clenched her fist tightly, and only when her fingernails dug deep into her palm did she manage to force herself to say the word, "Yes."

  "Ye Shengge, ask yourself honestly, do you really like me?"

  "Perhaps you don't really like me, but just think I'm valuable and want to make yourself complete. But Shang Xuan brother is different, no matter what wrong things he has done, he is always wholeheartedly for me, his eyes only see me, he has never had any other woman."

  She turned around fiercely, the delicate face under the umbrella flashing with anger and sadness. She shouted at him with all her might, "Ye Songge, just because of these two points, you will never be able to surpass him!!"

  "So, what right do you have to interrogate me?"

  She unscrupulously let out all the words in her heart, and at the moment she spoke out, she found that her heart was empty, and just a gust of wind could make her heart cool down.

  "Are you angry? Are you angry because I have a woman?" Ye Song suddenly threw down the umbrella, his hands tightly grasping her thin shoulders. He gripped them so tightly, his eyes burning with such intensity that they almost incinerated the rationality she had barely established.

  There were raindrops wetting his hair, and then they dripped down his clear face. His eyes seemed to have been soaked by the rain, becoming moist and dim. He lowered his head, looking at her with those desolate eyes, "Little girl, you don't like me having other women, I can promise you, from now on I won't touch her again, I'll change for you, okay?"

  "I'll change everything you don't like."

  He held her frail body tightly, as if he wanted to press her deeply into his own. "The thing you fear, it will never happen again, I'll never take advantage of you again, okay?"

  In three sentences, he used three good or not goods, his tone was full of entreaty, all seeking her opinion.

  Qian Lian Xia's hand relaxed, and the umbrella in her hand fell to the ground, accompanied by the increasingly large raindrops falling from above. The coolness of being rinsed by pea-sized raindrops was no longer felt on her body.

  Her eyelashes were stained with a layer of moisture, Qian Lixia lowered her eyes, silently pushing him away, muttering: "Ye Songge, what I want is not this. Even if it was, it's too late, too late."

  She pushed him away, and walked backwards in a daze. Her long black hair was wet from the rain, and clung to her frail shoulders. Her pale and delicate face was bathed in the heavy rain, making her look even more haggard.

  Ye Sheng Ge's arms were still wrapped around her, and after she turned around, a mocking smile floated onto his face, just in time to enter her ears without missing a single word. "I'm afraid this is all your excuse, because that man is better than me, more in line with your heart!"

  Qian Lian Xia suddenly heard, the footsteps that were originally moving forward slowly went crazy and started running wildly, the splashing rainwater fell mercilessly on her skirt, wetting a large area, but she didn't notice at all, just facing the flying raindrops in the sky, continuing to run wildly without any purpose.

  The rain continued to fall, falling on the man standing still, staring blankly at her back, and in his heart, a desolate landscape gradually emerged.

  As soon as he said that, he regretted it. He wanted to hold on to her, but instead, he only drove her further away from him.

  She kept running and running, as if she wouldn't feel tired at all.

  Everything in this city is blurry to her at this moment. She has no direction, no purpose, and doesn't even know where she is right now.

  The cars that whizzed by splashed water all over her, and even on her hair. She was drenched, worse than a drowned rat pulled out of the water.

  She stopped in her tracks and began to take stock of everything before her. She looked up, and the sign "Jian Yu" caught her eye. Qian Lian Xia was taken aback - how did she end up here?

  Endless desolation surged from her heart, she raised her eyes and walked into 'Encounter' wearing a drenched outfit.

  It was still early in the evening, and the people inside 'Xiāngyóu' looked rather deserted.

  Jiubao caught sight of her at a glance, just as he was about to greet her, he noticed that she was drenched from head to toe. He was slightly taken aback, but it was Qianlian Xia who first greeted him, "A Bloody Mary!"

  The bartender looked at her strangely, Senri Higuchi smiled wryly. Today, she just wanted to drown her sorrows in drink.

  Just as I was about to walk up to the bar, I caught sight of that woman who was as serene and mysterious as a valley orchid.

  She obviously saw her too, and her puzzled eyes met hers after taking in her drenched clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed, "How did you get so wet?"

  Qian Lian Xia unnaturally pulled up the corners of her mouth and sat down beside her, "It's raining outside, I didn't bring an umbrella."

  She was still worried, urging her: "Hurry up and change out of those wet clothes, or you'll catch a cold." She's that kind of meticulous woman, at first giving people the feeling she's very aloof, but as long as it's someone she looks favorably upon, no matter who they are, she's always this concerned.

  Qian Lian Xia took the wine cup, not in a hurry to drink, shaking the wine in the cup, looking at the red liquid jumping. Upon hearing this, she shook off the thick sadness in her heart and smiled warmly at her, "Thank you, I'll go change when I get home next time."

  It seemed like Wen Hua had sensed the sadness in her tone and couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

  Qian Lian Xia wanted to cry and let those tears flow freely, but in the end, she just shook her head and said it was nothing.

  She also knew how to draw a picture and was tactful; she didn't ask about things that others were unwilling to talk about.

  It's actually Chihiro Natsu looking at her all-black outfit, slightly curling the corner of her lips, "We really do have fate, to be able to meet in the same place twice."

  Kirenai's beautiful eyes locked onto the black hair that was wet and disheveled, only revealing her lovely face. Her cherry lips were slightly pursed, drawing out an enchanting smile. "Yes, I don't know how, but you make me feel really good."

  "Chihiro Natsumi stretched out her hand and reached in front of her. 'Natsumi Chihiro, if you don't mind, we can be friends from now on.'"

  Her hands were wet, and upon realizing this, Chihiro wanted to awkwardly withdraw her hand, but Benio was nonchalant, her pale slender hand grasping Chihiro's damp one, smiling like an orchid. "Benio, you already know my name."

  The lamp's warm glow, her palm intertwined with hers, thus began a friendship. Yet whenever Qian Lian Xia thought of this woman afterwards, all she felt was heartache.

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