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Chapter 253 Thank You for Never Loving Me

He felt the pain in his chest deeply, and he knew that the seemingly sharp hairpin did not actually pierce very deep, but it was still painful.

Maybe it wasn't physical pain, but rather pain that came from deep within his heart. The pain was like a poisonous ivy that bound his entire body so tightly that he couldn't move or breathe, and was trapped in this agony.

Thunder rumbled, white lightning illuminated his haggard face, hot tears gathered in his eyes. He raised his head and let the rain fall on his face, and the rain slid down with his tears.

Ling Zhen was soaked by the rain, and a few strands of light red flowed down her neck.

She seemed to feel no pain at all, her brows were cold and her face was emotionless. She stood in front of Tang Shuya without any sadness or joy, looking at such a bright and handsome man, and for the first time she bent over in tears.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, the corners of his upturned eyes were red, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were now misty. He stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling as he wanted to hold her hand, but she gently dodged him.

His fingers paused, and stayed in the air for a long time. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and sobs choked in his throat. All the words, all the thoughts, and all the emotions were blocked in his throat.

The rain was so heavy, there was a sense of devastating sadness that drowned out all other sounds.

It also drowned the bond between the two people.

Ling Zhen just stood there, letting the wind and rain blow on her, looking down at Tang Shuya who was kneeling at her feet with no sadness or joy.

Looking at him like this, my heart still aches a little.

But it only hurts a little bit.

Time is long, and one day she will recover and become invincible.

Her vision was a little blurry, and her long, thick eyelashes were dotted with tiny water droplets, she couldn't tell if they were tears or raindrops.

She looked away, raised her head, and glanced at the boundless yet surging sea. The sky above the sea was dark, and the dark clouds sank into the horizon.

She said calmly, "Tang Shuya, get up. The way you are now doesn't suit your status."

Her voice was distant and ethereal in the wind and rain.

He slowly raised his eyes, and in his dim eyes, there was mist like smoke, revealing a deep loneliness.

He asked very calmly, "What is my identity?"

Ling Yuan smiled, but it wasn't a smile. "Tang Shuya, I've loved you and hated you. Now I don't love you, nor do I hate you. On the contrary, I want to thank you. Thank you for never loving me."

The light in Tang Shuya's eyes seemed to be swallowed by the storm, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "Ling Zhen, I..."

Ling Zhen interrupted him, "Don't tell me you love me now, it's meaningless."

A low, eerie laugh erupted from his throat, chilling the senses. Cold raindrops streamed down his cheeks from his black hair.

It felt as if a thorny root had pierced into my heart, causing it to bleed profusely.

He staggered to his feet, his fingers beginning to tremble slightly. The look in his eyes as he looked at her became sorrowful and lingering. His voice was filled with immense desolation. "Can't you really come back to me? This time, I will definitely love you well."

A hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly, "Why bother? Tang Shuya, please retain your dignity. Otherwise, one day, you will definitely hate me."

He really wanted to hug her.

No, he really wanted her to hug him.

Just like countless days and nights in the past, he lay in her arms, or she leaned on his chest, she massaged his temples, and he blew her hair.

His eyes were scarlet, like a helpless and pitiful child: "A-Zhu..."