Liu Angier looked away, so she took the torn cloth. As he put them together, Chen Liao Xuan was once again pensive as her figure was depicted so beautifully there. She never imagined that Chen Tao would mean so much to Liu Angier. And after Liu Angier found out the truth, the little girl must have been devastated and disappointed because the figure she admired turned out to be the one who had killed her father.
Chen Liao Xuan smiled bitterly, and again the tears rolled down his cheeks. What kind of curse is this? So he became so weak and helpless.
His heart felt tight and strange. His heart seemed to be squeezed so tightly. The feeling of tightness and suffocation made Chen Liao Xuan almost unable to breathe from it. Perhaps, making Liu Angier hate him would be better.
"Liu Angier… why are you always on my mind?" Chen Liao Xuan whispered.
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