On TV, a taxi stopped in front of a villa, and after half a minute, a girl stepped out of the taxi.
She wore a white dress, her long black hair was not tied up, and when the breeze blew, it fluttered around her, carrying a dynamic beauty.
She first stared blankly at the villa for a while before walking to the front door and slowly pressed the doorbell.
No one ca out from inside the villa, so she just stood at the doorstep, quietly waiting.
About half an hour later, a BMW approached from the distance, the car stopped steadily, and the driver’s side door opened, and a man got out.
That man turned out to be Lu Niange.
Li Qingshen was sitting on the sofa with a cup of black tea, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.
His lips tightly pressed together.
His whole deanor appeared so cold, so composed, yet deep in his eyes, there was a swirl of anger, burning.
He stared straight at the TV screen, saw the girl walking up to Lu Niange, gave him a slight smile, and opened her mouth to speak.
The CD had no sound.
Li Qingshen couldn’t tell what she was saying.
However, he could see the way she looked at Lu Niange, filled with delicate softness.
Lu Niange, however, just slightly froze before he spoke a few distant words.
Subsequently, the passenger door also opened, and Jian Chenxi got out of the car. Ling Momo simply glanced at Jian Chenxi, then spoke another sentence to Lu Niange with bright eyes and white teeth.
Jian Chenxi stepped forward, hugged Lu Niange’s arm, appeared to have a brief argunt with Ling Momo, then Lu Niange turned his head to say sothing to Jian Chenxi. Jian Chenxi shook her head, as if refusing sothing, and then extended her hand, pushing Lu Niange past Ling Momo towards the villa.
Lu Niange did not refuse.
Leaving Ling Momo standing there alone, utterly solitary.
Just as Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi were about to enter the villa, Ling Momo suddenly turned her head, her movents slow, her gaze sowhat distant and sad, her lips stiffly moving as she faintly smiled and spoke to the silhouette of Lu Niange.
Her smile was beautiful, yet so sorrowful.
She kept talking.
There were a few pauses in between.
But it was only for a mont before she continued talking.
Her expression was stern, and by the end, her lips began to tremble slightly.
A hint of moisture appeared in her eyes.
She stood there, paused for a while, and when Lu Niange still hadn’t responded, she turned and left.
The video tape ended here, the TV counted down ten seconds, then replayed. Li Qingshen’s expression at this mont was utterly foul, as cold as the Arctic ice, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, the light in his eyes exceptionally bright, exceptionally piercing.
When Li Qingshen was not angry, he already gave off an aloof and proud aura, but when he did get angry, that aura and oppression seed even more pronounced.
He scrutinized the girl’s expression in the video, over and over again.
The look she gave that man was so reluctant, so profoundly sorrowful and heavy!
Even that man she had loved, the man who had loved her, displayed his closeness with another woman in front of her during her competition, making it impossible for her to continue performing!
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