The beauty god is forced to love every day

Bai Xiaojing reluctantly picked it up from the side and handed it to Si Yanjin, "This is it."

Si Yanjin took it in his hand and hesitated for a moment. Thinking of Yan Qing and that person, he felt inexplicably irritated.

I don't know what was wrong with me, but I said inexplicably, "Come and get it."

Yan Qing's eyes flashed with confusion, but he still went to take it obediently. The key was very important to him. "Give it to me."

Seeing Yan Qing's expressionless face and not even looking at him, Si Yanjin became even more annoyed and threw the key over.

But what he didn't expect was that because he was angry, he used a little more force, and the key went straight through Yan Qing's head and fell behind him.

There was only a crisp sound, and the pink ceramic bear shattered and turned into countless pieces.

The atmosphere froze in an instant, and you could hear a pin drop.

Yan Qing turned her head slowly, and the indifference in her eyes made Si Yanjin tremble.

"What do you mean?" The voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air around it.

Si Yanjin opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but found that any words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

He wanted to say sorry, but he couldn't let go of his pride. Especially Yan Qing's questioning attitude made him even more unhappy.

He got angry and said, "It's just a key! What's the big deal? I'll buy you a new one tomorrow, it will definitely be better looking than this one."

As the words fell, Yan Qing did not answer, and the room fell into deathly silence. Only the fragments of the ceramic bear were shining faintly on the ground.

Si Yanjin had never seen Yan Qing so distracted and dejected before, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He never thought that things would develop to this point.

At this moment, Yan Qing bent down and gently picked up a piece of debris. His fingertips were cut by the sharp edge and a drop of blood fell on the white ground, like a blooming red plum.

Si Yanjin frowned and felt inexplicably sad. Just as he was about to get up, he was held back by the hand.

Bai Xiaojing pretended to be dizzy and looked at Si Yanjin, "Ah Jin, I have a headache, I feel dizzy..."

She would not let Si Yanjin go over, for fear of any accidents that might make Si Yanjin aware of her feelings.

Seeing that Si Yanjin was unmoved, she pretended to faint.

Si Yanjin looked at Yan Qing's dazed look, then looked at Bai Xiaojing who had fainted in his arms, and hesitated for a moment.

While struggling, he still picked up Bai Xiaojing and said, "Yan Qing, I will buy you a new one someday."

"No need," Yan Qing's cold voice sounded. He held each piece tightly and looked at Si Yanjin coldly.

He said word by word: "Si Yanjin, from now on we have nothing to do with each other. We are no longer friends."

After hearing this, Si Yanjin was stunned for a moment, and then he roared in anger, "Just for a piece of broken ceramic, you want to break up with me, very good!!"

"There is nothing that our Yan Jin can't afford. I will compensate you with a hundred. Don't be unreasonable."

After saying that, he turned around, held Bai Xiaojing in his arms and left without looking back, preparing to go to the hospital.

Yan Qing stood there blankly, looking at Si Yanjin's departing back, her beautiful eyes filled with mist.

After a long time, he took heavy steps and walked towards the door carrying his suitcase.

As soon as he reached the door, he couldn't help biting his index finger. He felt uncomfortable all over. His fingertips were scratched by his teeth, and the fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth.

He really wanted to call Yucheng, but he remembered that today was Saturday and Yucheng was working a part-time job and didn't seem to have time to take care of him.

The feeling of physical discomfort became more and more intense, and he had to squat on the ground, biting his fingers hard, but it was really of no use.

This time the symptoms were more severe than before. He felt like he was thrown into a rat's nest, with rats constantly gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Tears rolled down his eyes as he sobbed silently.

But the next second, I felt like I was falling into a warm embrace, and familiar chamomile came to my face. It was Yucheng.

He looked up and saw Yucheng's handsome face.

Yu Cheng reached out to wipe away the warm tears, saying gently, "Don't cry, why didn't you call me."

Hearing this, Yan Qing felt even more wronged, and her voice choked up, "I was afraid you were busy and didn't have time."

"As long as you need me, I'm always available. This is my promise to you." Yu Cheng hugged her tighter, a look of distress flashing across his cold eyes.

Yan Qing buried herself in Yu Cheng's arms, greedily feeling the source of comfort, listening to Yu Cheng's voice, feeling at ease.

"I'll remember that. I'll call you next time and you must come."

"I will." Yu Cheng responded seriously, his black eyes flashing with different colors, "Are you feeling better now?"

Yan Qing nodded, she was indeed not feeling well. She looked up at Yu Cheng and noticed that he was wearing a pair of glasses with gold frames.

The whole person is dignified and abstinent.

Following his gaze downwards, he noticed that Yucheng was wearing a suit today. The well-cut design made Yucheng's figure look more upright.

The tie at the collar was tied neatly, as if he had just attended some important occasion, and there were some water stains and some bright red on the white shirt.

It was his tears and the blood on his hands.

It was a little awkward for a moment, "I'm sorry I stained you."

Yu Cheng reached out and touched Yan Qing's head. "It's okay. We have to wash it anyway. Shall we go back to the dormitory now?"

"Yeah." Yan Qing responded, and after a while she remembered to ask, "Why are you here?"

Yu Cheng pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, hiding the emotions in his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, "I just happened to pass by and saw you."

"Oh!" Yan Qing looked at the keys in her hand, then at the car, "Can you drive?"

"Yes." Yu Cheng looked at the pink and white car in front of him and found it hard to imagine that Yan Qing actually liked this color.

He then noticed that the key in Yan Qing's hand was covered in blood, which made his eyes darken. "What happened to your hand?"

Yan Qing handed the key to Yu Cheng. Looking at the fragments in his hand, he was obviously disappointed. "Not really?"

Seeing that Yan Qing was unwilling to speak, Yu Cheng did not ask, but opened Yan Qing's hand little by little and found a pile of fragments inside.

The fair hand was scratched, blood overflowed the entire palm, and some places even had flesh turned inside out. Even so, Yan Qing was unwilling to let go.

It shows that he cares a lot about what he has in his hands.

"Mind if I wrap the fragment in a handkerchief? Otherwise your hand will hurt."

"I don't mind." Seeing Yu Cheng treating the fragments carefully, Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became sore.

This was a car given to him by his eldest brother as a coming-of-age gift when he turned 18, and the little bear on the car key was made by his eldest brother himself because they were both very busy.

The eldest brother said he would give him a little pink bear, which meant he would be with him forever.

And now the little bear is broken, he is very sad...