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Su Xiaoyu didn't know how he got out of that coffee shop. That conversation almost used up all his calmness. He never thought that he could make people so troublesome.

With painstaking efforts, he was pulled into the plan.

Su Xiaoyu lowered his head and smiled, he felt like a joke, someone else's faked smiling face, but he took it as sincerity, and held it in the palm of his hand so carefully, for fear of falling.

Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan should be smiling in his heart, right?

He was so stupid, so easy to deceive, and he was dealt with in just over a month, without any further thought.

Standing in the sun, Su Xiaoyu only felt chills all over.

Those smiling faces, those concerns, all made him extremely sick!

He held on to a tree by the side of the road and tried his best to stabilize his shaking body.

But scenes still came to his mind, the way Jiang Yan hugged him carefully, the way Jiang Yan put shoes on him...

"Huh." Su Xiaoyu clutched her chest, feeling a little out of breath.

How could Jiang Yan be so ruthless that he wanted to erase him and become another person's substitute!

To Jiang Yan, Su Xiaoyu is really contemptible. Whether Su Xiaoyu can exist in this world is not important to Jiang Yan at all. All he wants is his dead lover.

"Ha..." Su Xiaoyu took a deep breath, supported the tree trunk and slowly straightened up. He saw that his sleeve was light beige under the traces of milk. It was very beautiful, and it made him feel sick. He took off his clothes and threw them into the trash can beside him, not wanting to look at them again.

Light colored clothes lol.

What a stand-in!He doesn't want to be a substitute!

When he returned to Jiang's house, Su Xiaoyu was already terribly frozen. When the servant came to open the door for him, he was taken aback. He hurriedly pulled him in and found the blanket on the sofa to cover him.

"Why is it frozen like this? What about the clothes?" The middle-aged woman said nervously.

"Forgot to take it."

"Oh, you child." The servant complained, watching Su Xiaoyu freeze so hard that she couldn't help but feel distressed. Su Xiaoyu is usually very polite, and every time she sees her, she will smile and call "Liu Ma", very well-behaved Yes, she really likes this child.

"Mother Liu, where's Jiang Yan?"

"He hasn't come back yet." Mama Liu smiled, "But I called you in advance and asked us to give you egg custard, which is your favorite food."

"Oh, really?" Su Xiaoyu smiled wryly, but he never said what egg custard he likes to eat.

"Yeah, he really cares about you!"

"Well, I'm a little uncomfortable, I want to go up first."

"Is it freezing?" Liu Ma looked at his expression nervously, "Do you want to call the doctor?"

Su Xiaoyu shook her head and said with a smile: "No need, I'll just go up and lie down for a while."

"Okay, then go up and rest for a while, and call us if you need anything." Liu Ma said with a smile.

Su Xiaoyu nodded, wrapped herself in a blanket and went upstairs.

He went directly to the third floor, walked along the doors, and stopped at the place where Jiang Yan opened the door last time.

The cold touch of the metal on the doorknob came from his hands, and his hands that had just warmed up were frozen again.

He paused for a few seconds, then twisted down hard.

The door wasn't locked and opened with a twist.

The ambiguous path of the paint diffused into the nostrils, a little rich, Su Xiaoyu held her breath, and pushed open the door suddenly.

As if his body was frozen suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his feet stopped in place, unable to take another step.

The portraits all over the room were stabbed with a knife, and he was dripping with blood.

"It's exactly the same, Su Xiaoyu looked at those paintings, tears overflowed uncontrollably, and kept running across his cheeks, he looked at the one in the middle

In the painting, the person inside is wearing the same clothes as him, standing in the sky full of fireworks and looking back, his eyes are full of happiness.

Su Xiaoyu stretched out her hand, looked at her sleeves, and then at the sweater on her body, "This dress is..."

It belongs to Su Lan.

Unable to support himself, he leaned against the door and slowly squatted down, burying his face.

Wept softly.