Chapter 2112 (1/2)

She thought she could do it.

But when that day was approaching, Zhang Ya was flustered. She found that she was not as strong as she imagined.

The world is not what she thinks, it is not.

She thought she could control her emotions, just like the days she had lived through with her teeth clenched for so many years.

But in fact, she couldn't.

She was flustered, even disordered, and she became a little reluctant to think of herself.

So when Ilan you asked her, Zhang Ya asked Ilan you.

It's like a person on the verge of drowning standing on the shore and asking for help from the nearest person.

What if I really can't make it?Zhang Ya looks at Ilan you, the voice is so tired.

“……” Ylang you looked at Zhang Ya, sipped the corner of his mouth, and squeezed Zhang Ya's hand with force: ”if you can't endure it, don't go to it.”

“……” Zhang Ya looks at ilanyou and waits for her next words.

”Run away.” Yilanyou looks up at Zhang Ya and says, ”go to a place where no one knows you. Elope.”

“……” Zhang Ya listens to yilanyou's words first, then laughs loudly: ”you ah, love to talk and laugh.”

”I'm not kidding you.” Yilanyou looked at Zhang Ya and said, ”I can help you. If you want to leave, if you want to elope, you can do it. The rest is for me.”

“……” Zhang Ya's smile gradually fades away. She looks at ilanyou, her eyes are bright as if she saw hope, and then she stumbles down from heaven. She smiles wearily and holds ilanyou's hand and says, ”thank you, I know.”

“……” Ilanyou said nothing more.

Zhang Ya didn't refuse or promise. She didn't refuse because she wanted to leave more thoughts for herself, one that could support her to go on. She didn't promise because she knew how far away it was.

Her first thought was the Lord, the poor old man, her father.

She could not use her happiness to trample on the dignity of the poor old man, and could not use his pity and treasure to turn into a poisoned blade to stab him in the chest.

Zhang Ya can't do it.

And

Zhang Ya also can't let Wan Xinghao bear the reputation of incest.

He is the God of killing, a man who should exist in the eyes of all people.

It's not a rat and ant who can't even see the sun.

Pain, she's enough to endure alone.

That untouchable sunshine, that bleak Inferno, only her wandering alone is enough.

In the afternoon, Ilan you accompanies Zhang Ya to choose a dress. Ilan you was brought here by Wan Xingke before. Now she brings Zhang Ya again.

”Have I been a little fat lately?” Zhang Ya looks at herself in the mirror and complains, ”I blame you for cooking so delicious.”

”Just for a while.” ”I'm going to practice with elder martial brother Qian from tomorrow, and I may not have much time to cook for you later,” said ilanyou

”Leading chef conference of state Z?” Zhang Ya asked.

”Yes.” Yilanyou replied with a voice: ”this dress is OK. The color of your skin is very white and the style is OK, but the whole is too plain.”