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Bai Xinning still remembered his feelings when he was fed a mouthful of dog food, and no one could have imagined at that time how such a good two people could become like this.

Even if he knew everything that happened between Xu Yuan and Qiao Yu, he had to sigh that fate was sometimes really magical.

"But." Bai Xinning withdrew from the memory and looked at Xu Yuan with serious eyes again, "That incident is not your fault. ”

Isn't it his fault?

How could it not be his fault.

It was because of him that he fell from heaven and lost his carefree youth.

He couldn't forget how, that morning, Qiao Yu stood at the door of his house with red eyes, looking at him with a look that was obviously injured and crazy, but still retained a trace of expectation, and his voice was trembling: "Ah Yuan... Is it you..."

Xu Yuan's tears couldn't stop flowing, he knew that this scene must be ridiculous and ridiculous in Qiao Yu's eyes, but he had done his best and couldn't control it.

He nodded as he cried and admitted, "It's me..."

His voice was soft and hoarse, and it was a confession that he had desperately gritted his teeth. Because Xu Yuan knew that from the moment he nodded his head in acknowledgement, he and Qiao Yu would never be able to do it again in this life.

Unsurprisingly, the light in his eyes was completely shattered. His whole being was in ashes, and he was no longer the sunny and enthusiastic teenager.

Xu Yuan just stood where he was and looked at him, watching him gently pull out a very ugly laugh, watching him laugh and say the words "Xu Yuan, I hate you", watching him turn around and stagger away.

He looked at Qiao Yu's back, stretched out his hand to grasp something, and finally could only crouch on the ground and cry.

Without.

Nothing more.

At the age of eighteen, when he had been eagerly awaiting and full of hope.

His teenager was gone.

His love was dead.

It's all his fault.