Chapter 971 As Long as You Leave Me Even the Slightest Leeway

"do not talk!"

Bai Hengjin interrupted her.

He held her shoulders firmly, almost pleading, "Don't mention those things."

An Xunuo tilted his head and smiled lightly: "Can't you listen to this?"

Does it hurt?

Nothing hurts.

His current pain is not even one ten thousandth of hers.

An Xunuo shook her left hand.

The ring finger was broken.

Bai Hanjin personally cut off one of her fingers and took out the ring.

Broken in half,

Throw it away.

She picked it up.

Finally, she was thrown away again.

She picked it up again.

Now, it was thrown away again, and then it was picked up by Bai Haojin.

An Xunuo smiled deeply, brushed her long hair, and raised her chin calmly: "Bai Haojin, does it hurt? Does it hurt?" That's it. It doesn't hurt, it hurts.

So what did she suffer?

Just a joke?

He smiled lightly and ignored the hurt she had suffered.

What about her? Is it a joke?

maybe.

She really is a joke.

Otherwise, he wouldn't deserve it.

"An promise, let's stop these things now, forget it, don't mention it again?"

"I will remember this and won't forget it, but you, don't remember it."

She had suffered those pains, and he would remember them.

"Don't remember?" An Xunuo laughed self-deprecatingly, pursed her lower lip, raised her chin, and stared at the man who was a head taller than her: "Bai Haojin, how could I forget."

"As long as you left me some bottom line, I wouldn't have reached this point."

"Bai Hengjin, you didn't leave any way for me to escape, what else do you expect from me?"

"As long as you leave me some room, a little is enough. Since I like you so much, as long as you leave me a little room, because I like you, I will definitely forgive you."

"But you didn't."

Bai Hengjin, you didn’t!

You didn't even give me any way out, and you didn't leave any for yourself. Now, what are you counting on?

An Xunuo put away her smile calmly and glanced at the box of paper scraps, which were broken into pieces. The ninety-nine love letters, written to Bai Haojin, were now broken into countless pieces of paper.

"Fight it."

"My ninety-nine love letters."

Spell it out and see what is written inside.

Look at the heart she once had.

Look again, her broken heart is so ruined now.

I don't believe that he can piece it together.

So what if you spell it out, it will be broken into pieces, Bai Hengjin.

Do you know what is broken into pieces?

I was trampled to pieces by you, one step at a time.

It's not enough that the slag is gone, you step on it twice more, and the slag is gone, leaving only powder.

No need for the wind to blow it, it will disperse.

…

A box with at least one fragment of multiple sheets.

How is it possible to put it all together?

Ninety-nine love letters.

It's impossible to spell it out in one night.

An Xunuo lay on her side on the bed, with her back to him, tears silently filling her eyes.

She bit her finger gently.

Can't stop crying.

Bai Huanjin sat on the carpet, turned on a desk lamp, and played with the scraps, piece by piece, piecing them together.

Then, peel off the tape and stick it on.

He maintained the same posture for a long time before almost half of it was glued.

His intelligence and intelligence are of no use in this place.

I can only pick them up piece by piece, look at the words on them, and then spell them out.

Bai Haojin stared at the words above.

In Juanxiu's handwriting, the ink was blurred by tears...