Chapter 386

I don't know if it's because I know his identity. Luo Anning feels a faint smell of blood from him

"Xiao ran, why are you in s city?" Luo Anning came up to him and looked at him more carefully by the light.

Looking closely, I suddenly found that his black shirt was abnormally dark, his white jade like handsome face was also full of fatigue, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Are you hurt?"

Du Xiaoran looked greedily at the person in front of him. This is the person he was thinking about. Now he appeared in front of him so close that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could hold her again.

Just like thousands of hugs.

But now, even if it's just a simple hug, he doesn't deserve it.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." A warm smile came from the corners of his lips. Du Xiaoran looked at her quietly, described her beautiful face with his eyes, and his heart suddenly became greedy.

"Let me see your hand." Luo Anning noticed that his left arm was abnormally vertical. His heart sank and he had to stretch out his hand to touch it.

Du Xiaoran leaned to avoid her outstretched hand. He was stunned and looked at him.

A moment later, he chuckled again, with some self mockery in his tone: "yes, how did I forget that you are the little master of blood evil, how could I be your opponent."

"Peace, don't do this..." Du Xiao sighed angrily and stepped forward to hold her shoulder.

Luo Anning shook off his hand and said coldly, "what's the matter with you coming to me? If it's okay, I'll go in and have a rest."

This is their current relationship.

You can only come to her if you have something to do, or you won't even be qualified to see her, will you?

Du Xiaoran was infinitely sad in his heart, and his words were still as light as clouds: "I'll perform the task and come to see you by the way to know if you're doing well. Peace, you still hate me, right?"

Still hate him now?

Luo Anning didn't understand. She asked herself more than once whether she resented Du Xiaoran as much as when he let go two years ago.

Today, two years later, facing him again, the hatred in his heart has gradually disappeared unconsciously.

Perhaps time is really the best medicine, which can cure all wounds that I thought could never be cured again.

"Xiao ran, I don't hate you." Luo Anning said, "everyone has his own considerations while making choices. I can't control your thoughts, so I can only change myself."

Let yourself not to complain, not to hate, be an indifferent woman like water.

I remember returning home with scars two years ago. Mo qiange once said to her:

Dear girl, no matter what you have experienced, you should try to make yourself like a cup of boiled water, precipitate and clear; Boiled water is not insipid, it is the root of all tastes you want to change; Gorgeous or low, always return to plain, make a glass of clear boiled water, gentle just right.

If you don't hate, you don't love. It turned out that she had no feeling for him, didn't she?

Du Xiaoran suddenly smiled, and his tall figure trembled. "Peace, maybe I shouldn't come to you... You really know where to stab me. It's the most deadly."

Then he took a deep look at her, and Du Xiao ran turned and left.

Luo Anning's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He took a few steps and grabbed his hand: "wait!"