At this moment, he felt vanity for the first time in his life, and he suddenly wanted to take a picture of it and send it to Huo Ruxi.
Who says you are the only one who can come? Look, I’m here too!
"Shen Jingjue, what are you looking at everywhere?"
Tang Qiaoer glanced at him in surprise, "Did you know that the look in your eyes just now looked like a thief?"
"Sorry." Shen Jingjue quickly looked away, feeling that he had lost his composure again.
"Except for the last room on the left side of the second floor, which you can't enter, you can choose to live in the rest. There are some ingredients left by Ah Su in the kitchen refrigerator. If you want to eat, you can make it yourself. I don't have a cook here." Tang Qiaoer said calmly. With that said, he turned around and walked upstairs.
"Why can't we enter that room?" Shen Jingjue asked stupidly.
"Because that's my bedroom."
Tang Qiaoer suddenly stopped and looked back at him with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I don't have any shady secrets, and I don't have any old friends that I can't forget. If you want to visit my bedroom, you can do so now."
Somehow, she started acting strangely again.
Thinking of the old photos of certain people that he still kept in his study, she felt an unavoidable pain in her heart.
Just because I still cared about it, I couldn't help but talk about it, and I would make him feel sick if I had the chance.
She, Tang Qiaoer, is just a mortal, let alone a saint.
Shouldn't she be allowed to show off her temper and act in a petty manner?
"Qiao'er..."
Shen Jingjue's eyes turned moist red, and he knew that she was still feeling uncomfortable about the matter in the villa.
But at the same time, a few sparks of hope were ignited in his heart. If Tang Qiaoer really doesn't have him in her heart anymore, if, as she said, they came back together just for hatred, then there is absolutely no need for her to mention this matter.
If she mentions it, it means that she cares, cares about his past, cares about him...
"You can do it yourself, I'll go upstairs first."
Tang Qiaoer's voice was obviously gloomy and hoarse, "I hope you can adjust your mentality quickly. Our sword dance is about to begin."
"Qiao'er, I've sold that villa, and I've destroyed everything in it, except for my mother's photos." Shen felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge boulder, and he could hardly breathe.
Tang Qiaoer's eyes were clear and cold, "It has nothing to do with me. They are all your personal belongings. What you want to do with them is your business."
"I know their presence hurts you."
"That's because you want them to exist, but you can't bear to let them go." Tang Qiaoer chuckled, sounding quite relieved.
"I completely forgot about it. I asked A-Xian to sell that villa long ago, but he never got around to it."
Shen Jingjue knew that his explanation was feeble, but he still had a bitter taste in his tongue and kept explaining with red eyes, "That night, I was drugged and was delirious. I have no memory of what happened.
Ruxi couldn't let me stay in a hotel or send me to watch tides because I was like that. He only remembered that I had this villa, so he sent me there without asking my opinion..."
"Shen Jingjue, I told you, that's your business and has nothing to do with me."
Tang Qiaoer closed her almond-shaped eyes and raised her hand, signaling him to stop talking, "Okay, I'm tired."
"Why doesn't it matter? Don't you resent me for that matter?!" Shen Jingjue was so anxious that fine sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing became heavy.
"I hate you more than this."
Shen Jing felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and he clenched his fingers tightly in pain.
"But now I feel like there's nothing to hate, it's all over."
Tang Qiaoer turned around slowly, her tone was so casual, but even she herself didn't feel that her eye circles were already red, "Shen Jingjue, let's all look forward. No matter how painful the emotional entanglement is, in the face of hatred, It's not worth mentioning, is it? That will only affect the speed of drawing our sword.
