Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Pei Heng doesn't have any hobbies because he has to study too many things and none of them can become his hobbies. So for a long time, Pei Heng's days were spent in hypocritical social activities and endless heir courses.

He didn't know when such days would end, like a drop of ink on the tip of a pen, shaky one afternoon in his dream. He walked forward drowsily, not knowing when the dream would end, until a different person fell in.

She knocked him out time and time again and always smiled at him. He didn't even know why, he just wanted this fiancée.

My father said there was no need to follow through with this marriage contract as the Zhou family was no longer worth it.

But he did not back down. This seemed to be the first time he fought with his father for something. Only then did he realize that his father was not that powerful. He did not have any powerful means. The Pei family would only be his, and this was all thanks to the threat posed by his mother's family and his gradually hardened heart as he grew up.

It turned out that he was able to compete with that cold-blooded father. Both in strength and character, he had become a person as cold-blooded as his father.

Although it was a bit troublesome, he hadn't seen his fiancée for half a month.

But he succeeded in the end, didn't he? He only needed to tie up his useless bastard, and not only would the useless bastard cry for his parents, but he would even kneel down and beg him.

Is this the cold and indifferent father in my memory? Would he also show such an expression to his own children?

Pei Heng felt a little sick. It seemed to be humiliating the boring and indifferent world he had experienced in the past, destroying his will so that he would also fall into their world.

Hoping he could understand them?

impossible.

He would only sneer and silently reject his biological father in his heart.

It turns out that his father is so useless.

He didn't care how they lived. For him, his nightmare was a person kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

He just wanted to be with his fiancée.

She liked him so much.

She was willing to coax him, hug him, and kiss him, no matter how unreasonable he was...but it was a pity that she hadn't said "I like you" in person yet.

How could he not know what a kiss meant, what it meant to kiss her!

Why didn't she want to believe that his love for her would last forever?

Is it because he didn't do well enough?

Why did she still leave? It seemed that liking him was really just a task. After paying a vigorous love, she would just leave.

Pei Heng couldn't figure it out.

He looked at the bouquet of flowers soaked in the potion, the piece of clothes she discarded, and the tissue she used to wipe him. He hid these little things like a pervert, wanting to watch over them here day and night.

The future he had imagined was not like this. He thought he would marry her, and after she nodded with a smile, they would have a beautiful and healthy baby, they would celebrate the Spring Festival, Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival together every year... and when their teeth gradually softened, they would start to study together how to make something soft to accommodate the teeth, and when they got old, they could celebrate one more Double Ninth Festival, and when everyone had lived enough, they would find a place to hide and wait for death, but... he never thought that he could only rely on these things to survive, he never thought that she would leave like this.

One summer day several years later, Pei Heng walked alone into the freezer where her long-cold body was kept. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, quietly. He seemed to have not made any progress over the years. He still liked to bring flowers to see her. He was very happy when he thought that she could smell the fragrance of her favorite flowers.

"Zhizhi, I'm sorry."

His hand slowly stroked her face, and the corners of his eyes began to turn red quickly.

He fell to his knees, the pale light shining on his face, leaving him alone forever.

"The flowers you gave me are gone."

He seemed to be in despair, with tears in his eyes that soon fell down, hitting Zhou Zhi's face without her noticing. Pei Heng, however, was like a child who had lost his favorite toy. He shed tears at the face that refused to open its eyes to look at him. He was emotionally broken and was about to become hysterical, but in his heart he did not dare to disturb her. He gritted his teeth and refused to cry out loud, but kept repeating those words.

"Zhizhi, now that the flowers are gone, do you not want me anymore?"

As we all know, the flowers that were left behind eventually withered.

How could Zhou Zhi answer him? There was nothing but frost on that delicate face, as if...she really blamed him.

"Zhizhi, can you please look at me? Look at me——"

"I have fulfilled my promise Zhizhi. I am not afraid of anything anymore, Zhizhi. Can you praise me? Please - you said you would not be ruthless towards me, why don't you say anything -"

Quietly sinking into the dark bottom of the lake, where no one knows the deep love, only fear.

"Are you blaming me?"

"Zhizhi, I can't leave."

That day, when the old-fashioned housekeeper came to the cold storage room, Pei Heng's blood had already coagulated, and his blood-stained hand held Zhou Zhi's hand tightly.

The wound was on the carotid artery in the neck and was very deep.

The face that had been serious for several years finally, paradoxically, showed a relaxed look in the face of death.

The butler's hand dropped from the door handle, and he watched the scene in silence and grief.

Didn’t his young master say that he would not choose such a cruel and undignified death?