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Shu Ying could understand Xie Tingyu's thoughts.

She pinched her palms with her fingers, her back stiffened, and she forced herself not to look back, "I will move out tomorrow, so I won't trouble you."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes, focusing on her swan-like neck and white three-dimensional profile.

She is beautiful.

It is the kind of beauty that can withstand careful judgment and is not afraid of time.

She is thinner than three years ago, and her already prominent facial features have been polished even more profoundly. Her cold, almond-shaped eyes glance over her, making people want to peek into the story in her eyes.

"You know it's trouble." Xie Tingyu sneered.

Shu Ying was holding her breath and concentrating when she was caught off guard and he sat down next to her and lit a cigarette in silence.

On the same bench, the distance between them is like a chasm.

As soon as Shu Ying was alone with Xie Tingyu, he became emotionally tense, which he noticed along with his stiff back.

"You have a good relationship with Cheng Er. After all these years, he is still willing to help you."

Shu Ying didn't understand what he meant and frowned, "I've never had any conflicts with him."

"You mean, I made you dissatisfied?" Xie Tingyu smiled inexplicably.

Shu Ying didn't want to argue on such a boring issue.There is no right or wrong between them, past or present.

He probably realized this and slowly became silent.

A ring of smoke blew out in front of him, the light and shadow were hazy, and the air was dull and depressing.

"No matter why you came back, don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with." Xie Tingyu didn't look at her, and his words contained a strong warning.

Shu Ying turned her head dissatisfied, and the first thing she noticed was his red lips.

Is it her imagination?

The wound seemed to be more swollen.

Before she could figure out the reason, Xie Tingyu got up and left.

Shu Ying bit her lip in frustration.

There were sticky sweat stains on her open palms, which seemed out of place on this spring night that was suddenly warm but still cold.

She had no intention of getting involved with him, so she had nothing to feel guilty about.

She reminded herself mentally.

Before the reception was over, Shu Ying received a call from the aunt at home, saying that Mianmian was frightened during the day and came to her crying at night.

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