“You’re really drunk, I’ll get you some medicine,” Huo Qizhi calmly brought her a few pills, “Take these, you’ll feel better.”
Xie XueEr pushed his hand away: “I’m not drunk, I’m very clear-headed. I know you’ve never liked me, but I still hoped you might have a little feeling for me. I’m so stupid.”
“As a man, you watched your fans scold me like that, completely indifferent, watching everyone splash dirt on me, and thinking about how to shut me up.” Xie XueEr gave a cold laugh, “Why don’t you put in a little more effort? Or have you already stopped caring? You didn’t even bother to wash off her perfume.”
“That’s because we were filming,” Huo Qizhi was getting impatient, “Don’t make a scene.”
“I’m making a scene?” Xie XueEr became agitated, “Huo Qizhi, I’ve been obedient to you in everything for so long. This one time I want you to listen to me, and you refuse, saying I’m making a scene. I warned you before, if you can’t agree, we might as well go to hell together.”
“Wait until you’re sober, and we’ll talk about this.”
“I’m very sober now. Before, I still had fantasies about you. Some things I haven’t put online, but do you think I didn’t leave myself a way out?” Xie XueEr looked at his shocked expression and burst out laughing, “Surprised? You’re usually so careful. How could you give me a chance to have evidence? Didn’t find anything in my computer or phone?”
The happier she laughed, the more her inner wounds tore, and the more desperate she became towards the man before her.
She had always known what a selfish man Huo Qizhi was, so she had always left herself a way out. During their time together, she had been immersed in Huo Qizhi’s gentleness, maintaining the illusion of peaceful years, but now that things had come to this point, she wanted nothing.
If she couldn’t have something, she would make sure no one else could have it either.
The photos she posted online of them lying in bed together were like a bomb, completely destroying their remaining feelings and future.
