The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The flowers looked down at the paper in his hand.

——My world is very dark, there will be no sunshine.

The flowery heart slammed for a while, and he felt an inexplicable premonition between the lines. He didn't understand how Xia Beiqing would say such a frustrating thing.

After the accident, although Xia Beiqing was lonely, sensitive and timid, and resisting unfamiliar invasions from the outside world, she occasionally smiled and said a joke or two when faced with familiar people.

But since yesterday discovered that Shen Zhiyu was using his own blood for research, and then witnessed Shen Zhiyu being kidnapped, he seemed to have completely changed.

Where is the problem, what is he thinking, as long as he doesn't say it, no one can guess it.

At this time, Shen Zhiyu walked in.

Xia Beiqing silently tore the paper into shreds, grabbed it in his hand and pulled it into a ball, and then threw it into the trash can.

After packing the things in the room, Shen Zhiyu looked at Hua Yinong: "I want to have a chat with Bei Qing alone."

"Okay, you guys talk, I'll go outside to pack things." The flowery glanced at Xia Beiqin, then turned and left the room.

Shen Zhiyu stepped towards Xia Beiqin, and slowly squatted down in front of him, with a thousand words in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, Xia Beiqing picked up paper and pen to write, and then handed it to him.

——Mr. Shen, let's separate.

The simple words on the paper pierced Shen Zhiyu's eyes instantly.

separate?

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly grabbed Xia Beiqing's arm and asked in a flustered manner: "Beijing, what are you talking about? Are you going to separate from me? Why?!"

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head, no longer giving any response.

Shen Zhiyu's eyes were red, and tears fell down. He held Xia Beiqing's cold hand tightly, and his tone was almost begging: "Beijing, are you angry with me because of blood research?" If you are angry, you can lose your temper as much as you want, you can beat me and scold me, you can do whatever you want, don't... don't separate from me, okay?"

Xia Beiqing pursed his lips, his face tense, as if he was indifferent to Shen Zhiyu's crying.

Shen Zhiyu stared at Xia Beiqin with an urgent and pleading gaze, but in Xia Beiqin's indifferent expression, the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit, and his hand slowly loosened.

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, shaking his lips, and asked the deepest question he didn't want to face.

"You...don't you want me?"

Xia Beiqing lowered his eyebrows and nodded stiffly.

Shen Zhiyu's pupils shook, and the tears accumulated in the bottom of his eyes condensed into teardrops, and came out of his eyes. With a click, he hit the back of his hand, as if it could burn his skin.

"Why... why? Did I do something wrong?" Shen Zhiyu still asked without giving up, his posture humble to the extreme.

Xia Beiqing wrote on the paper and handed it to Shen Zhiyu indifferently.

——Mr. Shen, you don’t need to stay by my side, you can live your own life, continue to be a teacher, meet someone who loves you and can protect you, and be together happily.

Shen Zhiyu stood up suddenly, snatched the paper in Xia Beiqing's hand, severely tore it into pieces, and sprinkled it in the air. The fluttering fragments flew like catkins and fell on the shoulders of the two.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqing with a very decisive look: "Whether you hate me or ignore me, I promised to take care of you for the rest of my life, and I will never leave!"