You Are My Rare Passion

Zhou Daoran's behavior in front of her tonight was not to let nature take its course, but a calculation.

First give her expensive gifts to express his love for her, and then propose breaking up with her.

He even made it clear that he had long known that she was a child of a wealthy family, but for the sake of his mother and sister, he was willing to reluctantly give up her, a rich young lady, and settle for the next best thing, choosing Xu Keke.

The emotional girl may have been so moved by him that she helped him fulfill all his wishes.

It's a pity that she is not emotional at all.

Zhou Daoran was silent for a long time, and then said bitterly: "Only a wealthy lady like you, who gets what she wants and doesn't know the sorrow of the world, can say everything so easily...

Like me, everything is achieved through my own hard work. I have too little, and the chips I can use are too few..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who doesn't know how valuable true love is? If I have other choices, why would I use my love as a bargaining chip?"

"Okay..." Xie Hewu shrugged, "I can only say that we two have different views and are not suitable for falling in love.

Remember what I just said and stay the same in front of my sister, which can be a happy ending to the love affair between the two of us. "

Zhou Daoran nodded silently and said nothing more.

He knew it would be useless to say anything else.

Xie Hewu's love for him is rational.

If it hadn't happened tonight, maybe they could have achieved success and get married.

However, after tonight's incident, Xie Hewu, who did not love him to the death, easily cut off the love between the two of them.

No matter how much he said, he couldn't change Xie Hewu's opinion of him.

He and Xie Hewu were... finished.

Before he said what he said tonight, he had thought that this might be the result.

But he was also lucky, hoping for another outcome.

He rehearsed and refined the lines in his mind countless times.

Thinking over and over again, thinking about which sentence to say first would impress Xie Hewu more.

He really doesn't want to break up with Xie Hewu...

He did everything he could, hoping for a different outcome.

However, he was disappointed after all.

He held his hands on the ground, tears uncontrollably spilled on the stone surface, and his heart ached as if he was being stabbed back and forth by a steel knife.

Thinking that in the future, that woman with pure temperament and bright and fierce temperament would no longer be his girlfriend, and everything about her would have nothing to do with him, he felt heartbroken and breathless.

He couldn't help raising his fist, and punched the stone surface one after another, once, twice, three times... there was a trace of blood on his fist.

Xie Hewu looked at it quietly for a moment, "Take care of the wound before my sister comes back and think of the reason for the injury."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Zhou Daoran laughed miserably, and his tears fell even more fiercely.

What a cruel heart!

But, wasn’t the girl he fell in love with like this?

From the moment he met her, he knew that she was not as soft-hearted and sentimental as ordinary girls.

She is always lazy, careless, and free...like a gust of wind, no one can catch her in the palm of his hand.

Nor can he...

Gu Yiman and Lu Jinghuan had a great time and came back very late. They did not see Zhou Daoran that night.

The next day, she discovered that Zhou Daoran's hand was wrapped in a bandage.

She asked with concern: "Brother Daoran, why is your hand injured? Is it okay?"