After exhaling, Jia Ming raised his hand towards Ma Tuo who was sweating profusely: "It's your turn."

With the level Jiaming showed just now, it was almost impossible to commit a foul. So in the next shot, Mato failed to hit the red ball.

Standing up from the side with the club in his arms, Jiaming began to finish.

Beside the pool table, Yahan watched quietly, as if she had lost her soul.

No one can imagine how much she cherishes this relationship with Jiaming.

The cold war has been going on for more than three months, and it has been almost two months since we have not seen each other. She was the one who proposed not to talk or interact with each other at first. After that, Jiaming lived happily with Lingjing and Shasha, but she hid in the dark alone.

Let the loneliness and pain gnaw at your heart.

Flooding herself with a huge workload at school does not mean that she can really forget these things. The overload of work and insomnia every night caused her disease to relapse in early July. In the cold hospital, she thought about her family last year.

Jiaming and the others took her to the hospital. It was Jiaming who enthusiastically helped her settle the situation of being forced into marriage. He, Lingjing, and Shasha also took turns visiting her every day. They were good friends at that time, and now they

It's a playboy and a shameful love rival. The three of them spend every day happily, but she can only think about these things, and then her heart hurts to the point of crying... What else can she do...

I can only cry and cry and cry and cry...

After she recovered from the illness, her family did not let her take care of anything at school. This gave her more time to reminisce. Then Mato came. She was grateful to this senior who still took care of her in Cambridge. She was alone at the time.

Going to Cambridge was like running away from home without the support of her family. These foreign classmates at school helped her a lot, not just materially, but more spiritually, so she has always kept these things in mind.

She might be able to detect that Mato was interested in her, but of course she couldn't just say any words of rejection. That would be too ugly. What's more, someone came to her door every day, and she had to receive him. She would reflect on it at night.

, she didn’t dare to cry too much when she was crying, so as not to be seen with red eye circles. At this point, Mato actually had some positive meanings for her - she was a conservative woman after all, and she was as direct as that time.

Saying in front of the principal, "I'm heartbroken and I want to take a leave of absence," is something I can't do no matter what.

Going to the dance with Ma Tuo was just a trivial matter, but meeting Jia Ming was her first major event in months. Seeing Jia Ming being held by Dongfang Wan, she felt resentful beyond measure - that guy was bothering again. Dongfang Wan

Wan was also seduced by him - this emotion seemed to be complaining: I should be the first one to bother you. Of course, this is just a thought.

She refused to say hello to Jiaming, imagining that Jiaming, who had always been polite, would come over and take the initiative to talk - this kind of mood was like drinking poison to quench her thirst - but she didn't expect that Jiaming thought that she shouldn't bother her anymore, even if they were not far apart.

The barbecue lasted for a long time, but she still refused to go. The resentment in her heart increased. She talked and laughed with Ma Tuo for a long time, and then thought about her unrequited love. She felt miserable in her heart and ate an unpalatable chicken wing with hatred.

After I recovered, I felt like I was going to vomit. After I went to the toilet and came out, I saw Jiaming sitting on the corridor eating, and I couldn't help but want to pass by there.

She was not the kind of woman who only knew how to be willful. The strong sense of morality in her heart made her feel that she should not get close to Jiaming anymore, because there would be no results anyway. But the weight of tears for more than two months made her breathless and confused.

As she walked over in a hurry, two thoughts were fighting in her body. One wanted her to go back, and the other wanted her to meet her accidentally. Before the winner could be decided, she really saw her.

They finally had their first conversation in more than two months. She was calm on the surface, but she was extremely excited inside. Especially after Jia Ming took the initiative to clarify his relationship with Dongfang Wan, the original resentment was completely gone.

However, in this happy mood, thoughts such as expectation, pain, and struggle came one after another. She shouldn't have come, because this man couldn't belong to her anyway. But she knew she shouldn't come, but she couldn't help it.

Even though she couldn't help it, she knew that she really shouldn't come...

Then Mato came to ask her to play billiards. She originally wanted to say "I'm not going", but her body had already stood up before the idea was confirmed. She had no choice but to say goodbye. After that, her heart

It's like a saw being stretched back and forth by a thick straw rope. The rough feeling is pulled in the heart, gradually hurting, gradually bleeding, left, right, left, left... the person seems to be completely divided into countless pieces.

Then, Mato brought water and Jiaming came over. Until now... This billiards game was for her, but her mind was not here at all. Looking at Jiaming, she didn't know what she was thinking.

, sometimes thinking of the glass of water next to her. There was something in the water, which was put by Ma Tuo. He was so hateful - so she just took out one million - of course, if Jia Ming said "borrow as much as you have" was not aimed at

Mato, she is more likely to call her father immediately and ask him to transfer tens of millions.

But sometimes she thought, maybe she had to thank Mato for the glass of water. If it weren't for him, why would Jiaming come here again? She remembered what happened to Jiaming before. He once played basketball for Lingjing and played basketball for Shasha.

Singing for peace and quiet on Christmas Eve, she originally expected the three of them to be just friends. Now that she thinks about it, he has never done anything spectacular for herself. But now he has also played pool for herself, and she listened in her ears.

Score, listening to everyone's surprise, looking at Jiaming's focused posture. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he seemed to be my own, without Lingjing or Shasha...

She looked and thought like this. Her thoughts sometimes jumped here and sometimes jumped away. In the end, incomparable sorrow leaked out of her heart, and her eyes gradually became wet. She couldn't help but shed tears. She took a breath

Nose, she turned to look at the glass beside her, stretched out her hand to push it, and the glass fell over, water splashed, and the glass was smashed to pieces. Jiaming glanced over, and she turned her head and separated from the crowd.

I ran out. Fortunately, people were looking at Jiaming, but they didn't see her crying.

"Sorry, let me go. I have to go to the bathroom. Sorry, let me go..."

As she said this, she gradually squeezed out of the crowd, and there were only a few colored balls left on the table. Jia Ming hugged the club and stopped expressionlessly. Looking at the pile of debris, he didn't know what he was thinking...
Chapter completed!