In the sight of Huang Qing dance, only Lin Weiyue didn't even give a look to Li Xiaojing.

Li Xiaojing was completely ignored by Huang Qingwu, so she was not angry.

When he was angry, he said, "who do you think you are, Huang Qingwu? Han Yichu likes helianman. The relationship between them from freshman to junior year, you think Han Yichu can not want helianman for you. They are better than you in terms of temperament, appearance, talent and family background. They are the most suitable couple. You don't want to see you. You are the best match Can you go up to Han Yichu? "

Huang Qing dance listen to Li Xiaojing's words, not angry, just a little bitter in the heart.

Lin Weiyue is angry with Li Xiaojing.

Huang Qingwu took Lin Weiyue's hand and told her not to be angry. She calmly looked at Li Xiaojing and said, "I've heard what you said. I like Han Yichu. I don't disturb his life, and my love is not for getting. As long as he's happy, it's OK."

Li Xiaojing listens to Huang Qing dance's words, suddenly choked, felt that anything could not be said.

When people are impulsive, they are easy to say bad things.

Now she calmed down, and looked at Huang Qingwu's haggard and desolate appearance, she was not feeling well.

Li Xiaojing shakes her head and goes to the bathroom to wash clothes with her clothes and water basin.

The air is much better all of a sudden.

Lin Weiyue said: "Qingwu, don't listen to her nonsense. I think Han Yichu really has something to do with you. There's something wrong with his voice."

Huang Qingwu's hand trembled slightly, and her mind kept echoing a word. Han Yichu looked for her.

After Huang Qingwu regained his mind, he quickly looked at himself in the mirror, "Wei Yue, can you say I look like this?"

No matter how indifferent and free and easy a woman is, she is always not confident in the face of the person she really likes and loves.

Lin Weiyue quickly said: "it's good-looking, it's good-looking, there's nothing wrong with it. Even the simplest clothes on you are very beautiful."

Hearing Lin Weiyue cheer her up, Huang Qingwu leaves the dormitory in a hurry.

She nearly sprained her foot as she hurried to the stairs.

I feel it's very good to walk on weekdays. How can I walk today? I always feel something wrong?

Almost fell down the stairs.

Huang Qingwu tries to press his heart beat and goes downstairs. Sure enough, he sees Han Yichu. He looks like he's coming from the middle of Yuehua. He's very touching and peerless.

Huang Qingwu saw him for a moment, especially when his eyes fell on her.

Her face is in a trance, snowflakes flying, cold wind blowing, her whole person seems to shuttle in time and space, as if back to the Republic of China.

When he came home, every time, he would meet her with the most tender and affectionate eyes.

In a trance, Huang Qingwu doesn't remember Leng. There is only one Han Yichu in her sight.

Emperor Qing dance lips moved, want to say what, eyes all followed sour astringent next, want to shed tears.

But she was stifling because she couldn't see him clearly in tears.

This was the first time she saw that there was no helianman around him, only himself.

Huang Qingwu takes a deep breath and walks towards Han Yichu step by step. It seems that she has used all her strength.

In her dream, she said that in this life she came to love Han Yichu.

So she gave herself enough courage, even if he didn't know or remember, she was not willing to break her promise.

Once he was so good to her, this time she was good to him.