Jiang Yue said, "Speaking so grandiosely, it's really just because you can't forget Cheng Xinghe, isn't it?"
Using him as an excuse, it's truly hypocritical.
Jiang Li looked at him with this kind of expression, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "It's not like what you think between Cheng Xinghe and me."
"Then what is it like?"
"He doesn't like me." Jiang Li closed her eyes, "To me, he has always been an insignificant person. I used to fantasize about liking him, but now, I've given up."
After all, in Cheng Xinghe's eyes, she not only had no weight at all, but was even very humble.
"So what? You still like him, don't you?"
"Jiang Yue, I'm begging you, don't bring him up anymore, okay?" Jiang Li said, "I also hope to keep a little dignity."
"..."
Jiang Yue glanced at her, didn't speak, and walked away directly.
He entered the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, he came out and lay down on the bed.
Jiang Li lay beside him, not moving.
