If the murderer’s knife is sharpened, it can be lethal with one stroke, and it’s also straightforward.
But if the murderer’s knife is dull, although it can’t end things quickly, it will slowly tornt a person, making life worse than death.
He has always preferred the latter.
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All the fluttering emotions, all the expectations, ca to an abrupt halt when she saw the caller ID.
Ziyang’s call, not... Gu Ning Yi’s call.
The sense of loss instantly surged in her heart. At this mont, she couldn’t convince herself that she wasn’t waiting for Gu Ning Yi’s call or ssage.
Her heart felt heavy, stuffy, and sour, even her nose sensed a bit of bitterness.
Dong Xin Yan bit her lower lip hard, sniffed, and forcibly suppressed the emotions she didn’t want to face. After about ten seconds, her fingers moved lightly and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Ziyang."
Hearing Dong Xin Yan’s tone was off, Cheng Ziyang couldn’t help but worry, "Xinxin, why does your voice sound like this? Are you okay?"
Dong Xin Yan quickly coughed lightly, cleared her throat, "It’s nothing, I was shooting an advert all day today, a bit tired."
After saying this, she couldn’t help but be stunned.
Since when did she also begin to lie to Ziyang so naturally...
A bit panicked, and sowhat at a loss, Dong Xin Yan’s gaze flickered, and as if to cover up, she added, "Oh, right, I accepted an ad temporarily yesterday, in Beijing, flew last night."
"Hmm, I know, Wenwen told ." Cheng Ziyang followed her words, his tone gentle and calm, seemingly without any suspicion.
Dong Xin Yan instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you’re very tired, make sure to rest, don’t push yourself too hard, okay?"
Cheng Ziyang’s concern was still as usual, so gentle and kind, as if her postponed wedding the day before yesterday, and the selfish words she uttered yesterday, never existed, and they were still in love as deeply as ever, with mutual affection.
However, Dong Xin Yan, who should have felt warm and happy, heard his natural care, felt as if a layer of dust covered her heart, and a mountain weighed it down.
Dong Xin Yan didn’t know what to say and could only mutter a low "hmm."
After this sound fell, Cheng Ziyang also didn’t speak for a mont, and the two remained silent over the phone, making the atmosphere suddenly beco particularly heavy and oppressive.
Previously, during phone calls, they always had endless things to talk about, an event could be turned over and over again several tis without getting tired, and even when there was nothing to say, just having the phone pressed against their ears, listening to each other’s breathing, felt like happiness.
When did they beco so unfamiliar, so awkward.
Dong Xin Yan didn’t want to face such a situation, her hand unconsciously tightened, the veins on her fair hand slightly protruded, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to break the deadlock, "Ziyang, you called , is there sothing you want to say?"
Cheng Ziyang seed to resonate with her feelings, listening to her voice, it took him a while to co back to his senses, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Oh, nothing important, just wanted to let you know, I’ve roughly talked to mom about us, she’s agreed to postpone our wedding, so you don’t need to worry."
Even though Cheng Ziyang’s tone was quite calm and matter-of-fact, Dong Xin Yan could imagine how difficult it must have been for him to persuade Mrs. Cheng.
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