The police's arrival alarmed the counselor.

I explained the situation to the counselor, her face full of the expression "young people are really complicated."

Both of them were quite ruthless, showing signs of a scuffle.

After finishing the record at the police station, I walked out.

Qijing had already taken care of the situation.

My boyfriend of less than two days nodded and bowed to Qijing.

It was extremely boring.

Qijing held my wrist, not daring to say a word, and even performed a breakup scene on the spot for me.

After being broken up with, Qijing dragged me out.

The snow in the north is always heavy.

The first snow was no exception.

Our footprints were left on the thick snow outside.

It inexplicably reminded me of the snow when I was twelve.

He forcefully pushed me into the back seat of the Maybach.

The driver, for some reason, conscientiously raised the partition in the middle of the vehicle.

He seemed very experienced.

Qijing pulled out the hair tie from my hair, pressed my hands on top of my head, and controlled me.

I quietly looked at him, not resisting, and asked casually, "Young Master, what are you doing?"

He forced me to look into his eyes, "Who allowed you to have a boyfriend?"

I tried to move my wrist and found I couldn't break free, so I just let him tie me up, "Of course, it's me, I have a boyfriend, not you."

He buried his face in my shoulder, "Then what about me?"

"Xie Fan, what about me?"

"What's it to me?"

I knew this would anger him.

But I didn't expect him to be so angry.

He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me.

It was very awkward.

It seemed like he had no one abroad.

I drifted off in thought.

He was kissing me, but a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

So fragile.

And yet he cried.

After a long time, he stopped and pulled me into his arms.

He untied the rope from my wrist, "I thought we were together."

I tilted my head, "What did I do to give you that impression?"

It seemed like he was still delusional, so fond of fantasies.

I really hadn't done anything or agreed to anything.

He trembled as he hugged me.

"Fan Fan, can we start being together now?"

"Are you really deeply in love with me?"

I lightly patted his head, leaned on his shoulder, and blew air into his ear.

Seeing his ear turn red, I smiled and said, "Young Master, I thought we both wished for each other's death."

"Isn't that right?"

That year's 3000 meters, I completed the entire race.

I used to think I was in poor health and not good at sports.

That time I found out I had congenital heart disease.

I almost died on the sports field.

When I woke up, I stared at the ceiling.

Regretting why I agreed to him on one side, and regretting why I saved him on the other.

In fact, there was no difference between the two.

Even if I didn't run those 3000 meters, there would be other events waiting for me.

So later, I only regretted why I saved him.

He should have died in that icy lake in December.