Leng Qingguan stubbornly walked out of the ward, and she didn't pay attention to the action of the person behind her, because she knew that no matter what the person did now, it would not cause any waves in her heart.

Since there is no her in other people's heart, why should she put other people on the top of her heart so affectionately, that is to say that she is embarrassed. What else? Apart from embarrassment, are you still moved?

Her steps are very slow, in the open corridor above, the gentle footsteps seem particularly harsh. Probably because of her weak body, she walked more or less slowly.

Leng Qingwan, holding the wall, recalls that day in the broken house, the man, who was once on the top of his heart, did not choose himself, so why should he be embarrassed here now.

Her mind is still hovering every word that the man said, including any place where he stopped, Leng Qingwan can remember it clearly. In her mind, it's like a single cycle, playing all the time. She doesn't dare to stop. She's afraid that she will forget it when she stops.

The man said beside her that he chose Yang Ruoxi.

At that time, she seemed to be very isolated and helpless on the ground, as if she was a doll abandoned by the host family.

Since that man has never had her in his heart, why should he always revolve around him and let him mistakenly think that it is his so-called favor.

But now fortunately, she has found out, fortunately early, that the man does not like himself. In this way, she would not allow herself to indulge in the reality.

Now go their own way, from then on, the end of the world stranger, goodbye, is not know people.

Leng Qingguan walks slowly towards the garden with the wall above the corridor. She suddenly finds that the corridor is very long, and she can't walk all the way. There is only a small window at the end of the corridor. A little sunlight comes in from the window, which makes the dark corridor a little bright.

To tell you the truth, it's not true that she doesn't feel pain.

At the moment, she just felt that her heart was stuffy and flustered. Maybe her heart was dead, so now she was completely breathless, and she didn't feel anything except this.

But every time she thought of the man, she felt a little sad at the place near her left atrium, as if her heart had come back to life, but she was crushed by the knife.

These things she will experience sooner or later, fortunately now found early, just ahead of time, she comforted herself like this, but tears did not rush out.

What she didn't know was that she was standing in the corridor and crying silently, while the tall man in the ward, who always showed his dignity, was squatting in the ward and crying like a child.

But these do not need her to know, because in her heart, has slowly given up.

She doesn't want to think about these things that make her unhappy. Her only thing now is to adjust her mind.

Slowly came to the garden, looking at the flowers, the mood is happy a lot, but the tone of the heart has been unhappy.