Sweet Beauty

Han Yuanjun suddenly pressed Liang Zixuan hard against the wall and kissed her lips angrily.

He bit her lips violently, cruelly, and tyrannically, hoping to make her feel the pain in his heart in such a way.

Liang Zixuan suddenly collapsed. She had never felt such despair before. She knew that Han Yuanjun had misunderstood her. She knew that this time, no matter how she explained it, she could not explain it clearly.

"Han Yuanjun, let go of me!"

Liang Zixuan pushed the man in front of her nonstop. She didn't want to be humiliated by him like this.

Not only did Han Yuanjun not let go, he even bit her even more forcefully. Liang Zixuan's lips stung and she bit back viciously.

"Hiss …" Han Yuanjun spat out a mouthful of blood. His scarlet eyes looked angrily at the pale but abnormally calm woman in front of him.

"Liang Zixuan!" He gritted his teeth and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, what exactly were your feelings for me back then?"

Liang Zixuan looked at him, a bone-piercing cold smile suddenly appearing on her face. She licked the blood on her lips and said with a cruel smile, "I didn't want to be with you at that time."

"Alright!" Han Yuanjun nodded in disappointment. His anger pierced all of his rationality. His smile was even crueler than Liang Zixuan's. "These days, I've done so much for you. Shouldn't you pay something as well?"

Liang Zixuan didn't say anything. Her teary eyes looked at him as if the person she saw wasn't really Han Yuanjun but a wild beast whose head was muddled by anger.

Perhaps this was Yu Meilin's real motive.

No matter who it was, any man who knew that his girlfriend would still think about his ex-boyfriend would break down and lose all sense of reason. All the contradictions and misunderstandings would no longer be explained.

Han Yuanjun's heart ached as he looked at the tears in Liang Zixuan's eyes, but Liang Zixuan remained silent. She was so stubborn that he gritted his teeth in hatred.

He lifted his hand and tore the buttons of her pajamas, pinning her against the cold wall as he kissed her. 

The cold winter night was bone-chilling. The cold wind blew on Liang Zixuan's white skin, causing it to turn purple immediately. Even though Han Yuanjun was holding her, she still felt cold. So cold, so bone-piercing.

However, she still stood there without moving. She did not resist, nor did she speak. She was like a puppet, letting Han Yuanjun torture her heart.

"Liang Zixuan." Han Yuanjun suddenly stopped and raised his head, and unknowingly tears had soaked his resolute face. He looked at her with a face that was similar in despair and sobbed softly. "Even so, I still can't bear to hurt you. Don't tell me that in your heart, I really don't have any place? I can't even compare to Hou Yingyi, the man who betrayed you before?"

Liang Zixuan wanted to say that there was only one person in her heart, and that was him from beginning to end. However, her lips were already trembling from the cold, and her mouth was so numb that she couldn't say a single word. She could only look at him and silently shed tears.

Han Yuanjun looked at her and smiled sadly. He slowly let go of her and backed out of the door. He turned around slowly, leaving behind a burst of bitter laughter and a heavy slam of the door.

Liang Zixuan had forgotten how she got back to her room. All she knew was that her heart was extremely in pain. She no longer cared about the insults and sympathy she received because of Wei Xiaoqing.

It was as if she's the one who had been pulled down from the altar. What should have been a celebration, had become her demise. She could not feel happy at all.

After a muddle-headed night, Liang Zixuan got out of bed and stood at the door waiting for Han Yuanjun without even eating breakfast.

However, he still didn't come out even when the clock struck 9 am. Liang Zixuan slowly knocked on the door.

Qiao Hongya was startled when he saw her. "Zixuan, what happened to you? Why does your face look so pale?"

Liang Zixuan shook her head. Her throat was so dry that it sounded like she had been smoking all night. Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ears. "Where's Han Yuanjun?"

Qiao Hongya was stunned again. "You didn't know? His father called last night and told him to go to America today. He left last night and should be on a plane by now."

Liang Zixuan answered with a slow "Oh" and turned to leave.

He didn't even bother to tell her that he was going to America. It seemed that he was truly furious this time.

"Zixuan." Qiao Hongya called out to her. "Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Liang Zixuan shook her head. "It's fine. I just need to take some medicine."

When  Shi Jingguo called in the afternoon, he was also shocked when he heard her voice. "Liang Zixuan, why is your voice like this?"

Liang Zixuan coughed uncomfortably. "I might have caught a cold last night. I'm fine."

Shi Jingguo said worriedly. "You have to go to the hospital quickly. You can't sing with this voice of yours. You can't miss the finals!"

"Alright." Liang Zixuan felt her throat ache as she stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth. "Director Shi, Han Yuanjun is on a business trip. I might have to wait two days before I can give you the news regarding the guest."

"It's fine, it's fine. I believe that you will invite a professional. Prepare the song first and recuperate. When the time comes, there should be no problem for you to perform."

Shi Jingguo was easy to talk to, but Liang Zixuan was not sure.

Han Yuanjun left. His lack of presence had taken away her heart. She wasn't in the mood to prepare the song for the program at all. Her heart was always in pain, even more than when Jiang Huifang pierced her with needles when she was young.

It was the first time that she felt such heartache. She hugged her guitar and fiddled with the strings for a while. Suddenly, a melody was played in her feverish mind. She quickly played it.

After Zeng Zhelan heard this, she was shocked. "Zixuan, what happened to you? Why did you play such sad music? Just listening to this music makes me want to cry. "

Liang Zixuan shook her head, taking note of her music in the music book.

She had been taking medicine ever since she got sick, but for some reason, her body won't recuperate at all. Her head had been dizzy, and she had done nothing but writing a song.

On Wednesday, she came home and sat on the sofa without much energy.

Luo Yanyun felt her heart clench. "Zixuan, what's going on? Did you quarrel with Xiao Han?"

Speaking of this, Liang Zixuan wanted to cry. She closed her eyes and tried to cover her face as she explained in a hoarse voice.. "No, it's because the program wanted me to bring a guest to sing, but I still haven't found the person yet."