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0He did not believe that she would love him, did not believe that her heart would not change. Her promise, her confession, could make him ecstatic, but he had no way to truly believe or say it … I always believed it.    

    

"I love you, so I'll believe you. But if you love me and don't trust me — "She jerked back the fingers that held his hand and took a deep breath." Then I don't want this kind of love.    

    

His expression suddenly changed as he stared at her, saying in a low and dangerous tone, "Say that again!"    

    

She gritted her teeth and sniffed. "Fine, I'll say it. If you can't trust me, then I'd rather not have such a love!" His eyes burned hotter and hotter, as if something were about to fall.    

    

The moment her voice fell, her neck was already tightly gripped by his five fingers. His ice-cold fingers were tightly pressed against her neck. That cold feeling seeped through her skin and seeped into her four limbs …    

    

So cold!    

    

What was even colder was his expression, his eyes, and his voice.    

    

His fingers were trembling, and she could easily feel his fingers trembling as he clutched her neck. In the past, even when he was holding a gun and pointed it at someone's temple, his hand never trembled. But now, it was actually shaking.    

    

His voice was also shaking, "You … You really don't want it? "    

    

Xia Huanhuan was stunned. Ye Nanqing, who was at the side, staggered up from the ground and ran forward to grab Jun Ziyan's hand. "Are you crazy?" Do you want to strangle Xia Huanhuan to death? "    

    

But Jun Ziyan acted as if he didn't hear anything and just stared at Xia Huanhuan. "Really …" "You don't want it?"    

    

No matter how hard Ye Nanqing tried to pry open Jun Ziyan's fingers, Jun Ziyan's fingers refused to let go. Even though the bones of his fingers were almost broken, even though his whole hand would be crippled, Ye Nanqing still refused to let go. It was as if he only wanted to wait for an answer and only wanted her to answer him!    

    

Xia Huanhuan's face slowly turned red. His fingers were so strong that it seemed as if he could easily break her neck with a little more force.    

    

Seeing that it was too late to break Jun Ziyan's fingers, Ye Nanqing turned to Xia Huanhuan and said, "Xia Huanhuan, speak to Jun Ziyan and tell him to let go."    

    

At this moment, Ye Nanqing was afraid. He was afraid that if Jun Ziyan really tried to push further, Xia Huanhuan might …    

    

There seemed to be someone shouting around, but Xia Huanhuan couldn't hear clearly. At this moment, there was only Jun Ziyan in her eyes. His hand was around her neck, the current him, controlling her life and death, and she knew what he wanted to hear. Perhaps now, as long as he made a negative answer, she and him could be like before, but —    

    

"Yes, no." If there was no real trust between them, if he never believed that the person she truly loved was him, then what was the point of such love?    

    

There would always be suspicion and suspicion between her and him. Even if it wasn't because of Ye Nanqing, it might have been because of someone else.    

    

When she said this, she suddenly felt the fingers on her neck tighten. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, the force on her neck suddenly loosened.    

    

Xia Huanhuan fell to the ground, gasping for air. Ye Nanqing squatted beside Xia Huanhuan, patting her back and asked anxiously, "Xia Huanhuan, how are you doing? Can you hear me? "    

    

As for her, she just raised her head and stared blankly at the man who was still standing there, looking down at her from above.    

    

At this moment, his back was straight and his hands were at his sides in an extremely standard posture. His pale face reflected his indifferent face.    

    

His eyes were no longer cold like before, nor was there the slightest trace of hostility. Instead, they had turned into a boundless void.    

    

It was as if there was nothing left in his eyes, no one else, only an extremely quiet and deathly silence.    

    

"No?" The mechanical voice didn't have the slightest fluctuation in tone, as if these words were just a combination of words, "Huanhuan, you said those words. Now, it was you who first broke our Promise of Ten Years, and it was also you who didn't want my love first. "    

    

The person in the photo was him from ten years ago. "In the past, what I feared the most was that you would despise me, that you would despise me for being dirty, that I would not be qualified to love you, that you would see these pictures, but now, I have nothing to fear anymore."    

    

Her slender fingers were tearing the picture in her hand. Her face was printed all over his pitch-black pupils.    

    

Xia Huanhuan opened and closed her mouth. She could clearly breathe normally right now, but why did she seem to be suffocating even more than before?    

    

Every word he said made her heart clench incessantly.    

    

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and in his eyes, something seemed to be rolling down, burning hot and moist …    

    

He silently gazed at her for a moment before slowly lowering his eyes. His long eyelashes covered all the dead silence in his eyes.    

    

"So, Huanhuan, now even your tears, I'm not afraid." These were the last words he had left for her.    

    

— —    

    

After Jun Ziyan left the villa, Xia Huanhuan stared at the staircase in a daze, as if she was still looking at Jun Ziyan's back.    

    

Did she cry? Her hand slowly touched her face. Her hand was covered with a moist and hot water — it was her tears.    

    

In the past, when she cried, he would be extremely afraid, and would not know what to do. She would make him risk his life to stop her tears. But now, when he saw her tears, he no longer felt anything.    

    

Was she wrong? Was she wrong? What she longed for was trusting love, but...    

    

Pata! Pata!    

    

Tears were still flowing out of his eyes.    

    

Xia Huanhuan kept crying, her choked voice gushing out from her throat. She laid on the ground and picked up all the photos scattered on the floor one by one, including the one that was torn to pieces by Jun Ziyan.    

    

"Wuu … wuu …" "Sob, sob, sob …" She held the pictures to her heart as if she were holding something precious.    

    

Ye Nanqing, who was squatting beside Xia Huanhuan, raised his hand to wipe away her tears. However, just as his hand was about to touch Xia Huanhuan's face, he stopped.    

    

She was crying. She cried as hard as she loved Jun Ziyan.    

    

All those tears were for Jun Ziyan!    

    

Xia Huanhuan, how much do you love Jun Ziyan?! Ye Nanqing questioned himself in his heart, but he was unwilling to think of the answer. Because once he thought about it, it seemed to mean that he would never have another chance.    

    

With a self-deprecating smile, Ye Nanqing took out the negative from his pocket and handed it to Xia Huanhuan, "This is what you wanted." Nowadays, photos and negatives meant nothing to him.    

    

Xia Huanhuan sobbed as she took the film and held it to her chest.    

    

Ye Nanqing looked at his crying face, "Xia Huanhuan, if I were to say that no matter what happens, I will believe you and love you, would you be willing to give me your love for Jun Ziyan?"    

    

She stared at him, her eyes blurring, then shook her head. Love was not something that could be given to whomever you wanted it to be.    

    

"So, do you still want to love Jun Ziyan?" he asked.    

    

She did not answer, but only lowered her head and stared blankly at the pictures in her hands. She looked at the person in the photos as sparkling teardrops dripped down, drop by drop, onto the photos …    

    

— —    

    

Jun Haixin was the first to notice Jun Ziyan returning to Jun Family.    

    

"Ziyan, why did you come back?" She stepped forward and asked, "Didn't Xia Huanhuan come over …" Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped. As she got closer, Jun Haixin noticed that her nephew's expression was strange.    

    

She had never seen such a deathly still expression before.    

    

"What happened?" Jun Haixin's first thought was that it might have something to do with Xia Huanhuan. After all, Ziyan's emotions were all stirred up by Xia Huanhuan.    

    

Jun Ziyan's eyes were lifeless. Although he was looking at Jun Haixin, he didn't say a word.    

    

Jun Haixin frowned, then took out her phone. "If you're not willing to say it, then I'll ask Xia Huanhuan."    

    

His eyes finally rolled a little as his thin lips slowly parted, "Aunt, Huanhuan saw those photos."    

    

The phone in Jun Haixin's hand almost fell to the ground. "Photographs?" "Could it be …" The only photos that could make this nephew of his care about them were those from ten years ago!    

    

However, Bai Zhuyun had obviously been destroyed in front of her, so why would Xia Huanhuan still see it? Jun Haixin's mind was filled with questions.    

    

"Then Xia Huanhuan …"    

    

"She said she didn't want my love because I didn't believe she only loved me." Even though his black eyes were wide open, his blank gaze made him look like a soulless doll.    

    

Jun Haixin's heart tightened. Ziyan reminded her of how he looked before he was six years old. Back then, whenever she saw him, he would look at her with such a pair of empty eyes.    

    

There was no joy, anger, sadness, or sadness in his eyes. It was as if he was just looking at nothing.    

    

"She doesn't want it anymore …" "I don't want it anymore …" Jun Ziyan murmured as he held his head.    

    

"Ziyan, what happened to you?" Jun Haixin asked hurriedly.    

    

His eyes rolled again. "Head …" It hurts, Aunt. My head hurts. " The pain was so painful that it seemed as if it was about to explode, but his expression was still indifferent, deathly still, without any change.    

    

Jun Haixin was stunned. She pulled Jun Ziyan and said, "I will take you to see a doctor now."