Chapter 3Fireworks for My Funeral

I rubbed my eyes fiercely.

He was still standing there.

Just in his eyes, perhaps there was disgust and indifference.

I shook for a moment.

I think, maybe my illness is serious again.

I actually saw Lucas Miller.

The way he looked at me was just like when we broke up six years ago.

With hatred and unwillingness.

That day should have been his happiest time.

Because he received the admission notice from the National Defense University.

He happily came to share the joy with me, but I interrupted his happiness and cruelly said: "Let's break up."

He was stunned and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"I said, let's break up, I'm tired of it, I don't want to be with you anymore."

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "Chloe Jiang, are you playing for real?"

That day, we made it very ugly.

Said a lot of heartbreaking words to each other.

He is just like now.

Looking at my eyes, wishing he could strangle me to death.

Reacting over, I realized.

The person standing downstairs is really him.

Hot sweat emerged from my back.

Don't know why, I felt a little guilty.

Fortunately, he didn't stand long before leaving.

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

My legs were weak.

In these six years.

I have imagined countless times what it would be like when we meet again.

Only didn't expect it would be like this.