Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan didn't make a sound, his fingertips curled up slightly.

He chuckled, like self-deprecating, but also like sarcasm.

Letting go of her, he kicked the door open and left without looking back.

The door creaked, Su Xiangwan stared at his back in a daze, his eyes a little hazy.

Not long after, she heard the sound of him changing his clothes and driving away.

The room quieted down quickly, and there was a bit of coldness in the silence.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, got up and walked to the window, looking at the black car that disappeared into the night, feeling a little dazed.

Regret it?

No regrets.

That day, she promised him wickedly.

Of course it is impulsive.

But the lack of news from him in the past few days made her understand that she actually liked him.

Pity him?

Maybe a bit.

But more, it is distressed.

His pale face and pitiful appearance at the time made her feel soft.

Unable to let him down, he nodded.

Su Xiangwan stood at the window for about ten minutes.

She closed the window and went to bed until the night wind blew her body cold.

Before going to bed, she was in a daze, vaguely feeling as if she had forgotten something.

However, this night, she had a dream.

In the dream, Li Qingqing scratched her face with a dagger.

Yaoji in Mengli was covered with blood and dyed the white fluff.

The flames in the dream were hot, and it seemed to be burning every inch of her skin.

"Xiang Wan, no one loves a woman like you."

"I said I loved you, just talk, why take it seriously?"

"Xiang Wan, you are so stupid. If I treat you better, you believe it."

"The old man is dead, and I have obtained the right of inheritance. You are nothing but a waste to me."

...

Every time, every sentence.

It echoes in the dream, it's extra real.

In the end, all this turned into a monstrous flame.

The fire burned her skin and flesh, and her eyes were choked by the heavy black smoke.

She rolled on the ground in pain, like a fireball.

Hot...so hot...

The monstrous sea of ​​flames, the spitting tongue of fire, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her breathing became difficult.

"what!!!"

Su Xiangwan exclaimed and sat up abruptly from the bed.

The lips are whitish and dry badly.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes out of focus.

For a few minutes, she raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her head, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The woman in the mirror flushed, as if her throat was being held in by something, and she turned purple.

With a light sigh, she calmed down a bit, but she didn't feel sleepy anymore.

Turned around and took a look at the next bedroom.

The beds are neat and untouched.

He did not come back either.

The next day, early morning.

Su Xiangwan looked up to eat as usual.

It's just that I haven't slept since, and there is a faint blue gray now.

When going downstairs to leave.

Han Jiaqing stood in front of the lobby on the first floor.

Wearing a water-pink long dress, with a hairpin, and painted delicate makeup, as if she was deliberately waiting for her here.

Su Xiangwan glanced at her indifferently, and walked past her in no mood to waste his tongue with her.

Han Jiaqing looked at her back and couldn't help but say: "Believe it or not, in two more months, the young master will be tired of you."

Su Xiangwan paused slightly without looking back.

"At least he was interested in me, how about you? Is it worth it?"

When the words fall, regardless of Han Jiaqing's ashen expression.

Su Xiang's car at night.

After arriving on the set, everything went as usual.

She lowered her eyes slightly as the makeup artist tossed her face, but she couldn't help but remember that it was almost the end of the year.

She remembered that in her previous life, Su Zhiguo called her home at the end of the year.

In the small villa of the Su family, she met Song Ziming, the man for the first time.

Eyelashes trembled lightly, and she slowly opened her cold eyes.

Calculating the time, it is almost here.