you are my white moonlight

The deep voice was a little weak, tinged with anger, and Jian Youqing's heart suddenly felt turbulent.

Not because of the so-called feelings, but... She finally had the chance to leave.

She was born to be a scourge, and instead of staying in a painful dilemma for everyone, it is better to use it for a short time and then throw it away.

This is the most balanced way at present.

"But I need to know what you think, Youqing, someone is chasing you outside now." Lu Yan stared at her and said a little harshly.

He hated those people too.

"No more people will know about this matter." The scene of Shao Tianhao brutally killing Jiang Zhizhi reappeared in her mind, and Jian Youqing clenched her fists tightly, "As long as we can make it seamless."

Lu Yan patted the back of her hand to comfort her, motioning her to sit opposite, he leaned forward slightly, picked up the glass teapot, his face turned pale for a moment when pouring water, Wen Kesi came to help, but he stopped him.

Jian Youqing panicked, she was worried that Zhao Quan would wake up at any time.

"I know Shao Tingchen has been persecuting you all this time." Lu Yan put down his teacup, his eyes were tender, and motioned for her to take a deep breath, "You are here with me, no one will hurt you, Youqing, you can rest assured."

Jane Youqing breathed a sigh of relief, her beating heart didn't calm down. She hated repeating the scenes of everyone being injured in her mind, and a big bloody clock rang in her mind, announcing her fate of being expelled.

Jian Youqing raised her head and drank half a glass of water, only to realize that it was hot, "cough...cough cough..."

Coughing loudly, Lu Yan handed over the handkerchief.

"Thank you..." Jian Youqing blushed.

"You are very scared." Lu Yan hit the nail on the head.

"..." Jian Youqing raised her eyes and glanced at him, trying to make it look natural, her red lips raised a slight arc, "I'm just thinking."

Jian Youqing was good-looking, even if she was morbidly haggard, her pair of slightly raised bright eyes with reddish eye sockets made her more lovable.

Withered roses never wither.

Lu Yan's throat was dry, with primitive impulse.

"You don't need to worry about this. Give me three days, and I will take care of everything." Lu Yan looked at her deeply, wanting to touch the back of her hand, but Jian Youqing dodged it.

"Thank you," she said.

The next moment he got up, walked in a hurry, and then passed by Lu Yan, his footsteps paused slightly.

"You know I can't..."

"I know." Lu Yan's smile was a little bit bitter, more like sweetness.

Holding a rose in his hand, being stabbed by her and bleeding, his wish is still to keep her beautiful.

"I want you to be truly happy, not trapped in a cage of suffering, for whomever."

Lu Yan said sincerely, with worry on his face, he wanted to hold her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally took it back.

……

Jane went away again.

She was supposed to go to Chi Shihui next.

It's not because she let her guard down, she never trusts anyone easily, and as soon as she opened the elevator door, Jian Youqing bumped into a familiar figure head-on.

She was standing in front of Shao Tingchen, only a few steps away, her face was bloodless pale.

"It seems that this is not where you should be."

Shao Tingchen had no expression on his face, and his cold voice was gentle.

Jian Youqing bit her lower lip tightly.

Shao Tingchen lowered his head and fiddled with the phone. A few seconds later, a ring came from Jian Youqing's pocket, "Why is Zhao Quan's phone here with you? Youqing?"

Clearly aware that the temperature around him was dropping, Shao Tingchen raised his long legs and approached slowly. Jian Youqing caught a glimpse of the floor button from the corner of his eye, and when Shao Tingchen was not paying attention, he hurriedly pressed it down.