Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 152: Summer's Reply (5)

Outside the car, the night was endless and fireworks were blooming brightly over Victoria Harbour. Inside the closed car, it was dim and dark, and we couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

Zhu Xia was in a state of confusion. She stared at the man in disbelief and remained silent for a long time.

"I am more powerful than him, so why don't you lie to me, lie to me," He Lianzhou pinched her chin hard, but his voice was very soft, "Let me see how capable you are."

Hearing this, Zhu Xia somehow remembered that snowy New Year's Eve when she was pressed against the bookshelf and saw dark red book covers.

The man bit her earlobe, his breathing suppressed and frantic, and he recited a poem in a low voice: "All my antidotes are——"

"Hold you tight."

It turns out...he needs her.

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"No." Zhu Xia looked at He Lianzhou, her voice very soft, "My breakup with you has nothing to do with Song Chengyu."

"That's why." He stared at her intently, as if he would not give up until he got the answer.

Zhu Xia remained silent.

"Tell me, what did I do to disgust you?" he said again.

Zhu Xia's heart suddenly ached and his fingers trembled.

The man didn't move, just stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"I used to really like you. That's the first thing I'm going to tell you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were instantly filled with liquid and tears rolled down. Zhu Xia slowed down his breathing and continued with a sob.

"He Lianzhou, my hand is not that important, and my life is not that important either. Since you know about my parents, you must also know that the building collapsed when I was seven years old and I was buried in the cold ruins for a long time. At that time, I thought I would die there. It was my grandfather who saved me."

"I crawled out of the rubble step by step and am still alive today, all because of my grandfather. I will never be able to repay them for their kindness."

"I can't disobey him, let alone betray him. My conscience won't allow it."

In the past, she didn't understand why her personality had become so cold. When she was a child, her parents said that she was born on the day when midsummer arrived, and she would definitely be a bright and enthusiastic girl in the future.

She didn't know when she started to become unwilling to interact with others and became indifferent...but at some point later, she suddenly realized that she just couldn't be happy.

So she began to search for ways to make herself happy. She studied hard, left the Song family, went abroad on her own, and arrived in London, a place that makes people feel happy. But London could not make her happy.

Until I met him later.

"I know that falling in love with you is reckless on my part, but I don't owe you anything..."

Zhu Xia raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but more poured down.

She pursed her lips and let the tears fall unrestrainedly.

"I did lie to you, but when I was with you, I never owed you anything. I gave you everything I could."

He wanted her body, and she gave it to him; he wanted her heart, and she gave it to him too.

Even because of him, I almost lost my life.

She didn't owe him anything.

Since their reunion, she has said more than once that she will not get back together with him and it is impossible for her to marry him.

He was the one who had been forcing her, so why did it all become her fault?

She has obviously accepted a future without him, so why do you have to shake her again and again?

She obviously hates pain the most, so why let her walk into pain?

She was obviously cold-hearted, why should I melt her stone-like heart?

She obviously doesn't need love... Why should we let her know that it's not that she doesn't need love, but that she needs a lot of love...

There was no sound of crying in the car, but big tears kept falling from Zhu Xia's eyes.

Tears wet the man's palms.

The last time He Lianzhou saw her cry like this was late one night many years ago.

He had never seen anyone cry like this before. It was as if they had suffered a great injustice and had nowhere to vent, so they could only grit their teeth and swallow it silently.

At that time, he thought she was crying because of menstrual cramps, but now it seems that is not the case at all.

A feeling of suffocation suddenly came, and He Lianzhou's heart was tightly gripped by something.

"I didn't talk about my past because it was useless." Zhu Xia looked directly at He Lianzhou, tears dripping onto the back of his hand. "I know you have power, but no amount of power is as important to me as grandpa."

She found happiness with him beyond her imagination.

But people don’t have to be happy. Not necessarily…

Her tears were like a wet summer rain, soaking his heart and causing waves of cold pain.

He Lianzhou held her face with his warm hands, lowered his head, and placed his thin lips on her face, kissing her eyes, lips, nose, and cheeks... leaving one wet kiss after another. It seemed that he was smoothing out her uneven heart bit by bit.

"Zhu Xia." His voice was hoarse, "I lost."

To you, I am a loser from beginning to end.

Total loss.

Zhu Xia's eyes were very wet and hot, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably like a raging flood, as if she wanted to shed all the tears that she hadn't shed in the past twenty years.

She couldn't hold back any longer and sobbed.

Zhu Xia didn't understand what was wrong with him.

When I broke up with him, it was so painful, but I didn't shed a single tear.

But now, facing him, tears burst out like a dam, and the surging momentum seemed to unreasonably drown him.

Any hope that after the breakup, you will marry someone else and have children is all fake.

She would rather he die than see him with someone else.

Zhu Xia realized this and her heart trembled violently. The flame hidden in her chest gradually became a prairie fire, spreading at an unstoppable speed, about to burn her to ashes.

But she felt no fear at all.

Zhu Xia buried herself in He Lianzhou's warm arms. She didn't want tissues or handkerchiefs, but insisted on wetting his shirt and leaving her tears on his body, as if marking a mark, childishly leaving her own traces.

After a long time, the tears stopped.

He Lianzhou hugged Zhu Xia and tightened his arms infinitely, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"I can't breathe." Zhu Xia had just cried bitterly, her eyes were red, her voice was nasal and choked.

After saying that, she even pretended to cough twice: "Cough! Cough!!"

"What should I do with you?" The man's voice was deep and hoarse, but also gentle.

He tried his best to make her happy, but inadvertently he put a lot of pressure on her.

The only two times Zhu Xia lost control of his emotions happened in front of He Lianzhou.

She doesn't know how other girls deal with the person they like.

But she knew that not knowing how to love someone was not a reason to hurt that person.

Zhu Xia raised her face, rested her chin on He Lianzhou's broad shoulder, and rubbed it affectionately.

She sniffed, smelling his unique scent, and asked softly, "Do you still want me?"