Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 753 - 756: Silence is His Greatest Cry 3_1

So, I couldn’t help but cry along too.

But Gu Shaocheng, a man with an iron heart, didn’t mount the stage to hold his injured darling in his arms. He just stood there quietly, unmoving, with no expression.

What he gave her was silence!

Silence, is the greatest cry in the world!

He didn’t have the rights to hold her in his arms.

Because he couldn’t afford her the future she longed for!

Chenxing, your present pain is temporary. There will be a day when you won’t cry anymore...

Chenxing, can you stop pushing me? If I don’t make you cry now, you will cry even harder later. When I truly leave one day, how will you continue?

Even though you’re not deeply enmeshed yet, you’re already hurt this badly;

If I hold you tight now, when you fall even deeper later, who will be there at the foot of the stage silently listening when you sing ten thousand songs like this?

Chenxing, don’t push me, don’t force me to hold you tight, I beg you!

He silently withdrew his gaze and slowly turned around.

His silence doesn’t mean he didn’t cry;

His leaving doesn’t mean he didn’t want to hold her tight;

His indifference doesn’t mean he didn’t love truly;

With each step he took, his heart ached uncontrollably!

Chenxing, when I ignore you, it’s not because I don’t love you, but because I really, really love you...

Please forgive me, forgive my heart of stone!

Love has nowhere to go...

"Wait till she’s had enough, then send her home!"

At 11:59:59 pm, Chenxing watched her beloved man turn his back. She wiped away her tears vigorously and shouted into the microphone, "Gu Shaocheng, I love you! I love you!!! I... love... you..."

His footsteps didn’t stop, they just got heavier.

She threw down her microphone and dashing crazily to the foot of the stage. Her high heels were in the way, so she kicked them off. The crowd at the foot of the stage made way, watching the helpless girl catch up to the man she had confessed her love to loudly and held him from behind.

From behind, she hugged his back.

Her face pressed deeply into his back...

She didn’t speak, just held him tightly. A flicker of her eyelid and tears streamed down, the scene freezing once again...

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and said in a cold, hard voice, "Let go."

"I wish I could," she held his waist tight, her voice hoarse, whispering, "but I can’t, Gu Shaocheng, I can’t. What do I need to do for you to forgive me?"

He turned around, lowered his head, held her waist, wiped the tears off her face, his gaze treasuring her.

"Look at me, Chenxing!"

The next second, he cradled her head, looking at her like a predator sizing up its prey. When she said she couldn’t, did he ever feel any better?

Clearly her body, the one he loved the most, felt so good when he touched and embraced her. He wished he could knead her into his heart. Each day his heart ached, a fatal pain, sharp at first, then spreading. He kept numbing himself with work, but that wasn’t an antidote. After the sharp pain turned dull, all it brought was more torturous.

He picks her up, strides back to the car. Seeing the driver, he had only two words: "Get out!"

In this narrow, dark car, he just wanted to be alone with her. He raises her chin, touches the hem of her skirt. He had not given her any time to accept it when he saw her brows knit tightly together.

He knew she was hurting, hurting deeply.