C297 First Heart Connection 13

Her back stiffened. Slowly: "Mr. Qu, is this true?"

He could not continue. He just buried his head in her neck and greedily breathed in the faint clean scent of her body.

However, she was overjoyed, like a person who had escaped with his life, she was so happy that she almost jumped: "Mr. Qu, is it true? Will you really promise me? "

He suddenly couldn't hold back his tears.

Maybe she felt the wetness between her neck and was slightly uneasy. "Mr. Qu … Don't worry, I will definitely leave this place with Qiao Zhi as soon as possible. We'll go abroad and settle down and never come back. This way, it will also benefit your relationship with the Miss Jiang more … "

Qu Cunzi could not hear what she said clearly, and his ears kept repeating the words "in this life, we will never ever come back" … They were separated by a huge distance now.

Just like when she left that year, her body was covered with scars and was abandoned by the entire world. For many years, he had searched desperately for a way to make up for it. He thought that when she stood in front of him, he would be able to start all over again.

But when she did stand in front of him, she didn't remember him at all — worse than being forgotten, people didn't care at all

It was as if that painful memory had been erased from her mind. It didn't matter if he loved or hated — he, Qu Cunzi, was no longer important. Compared to Mu Qiaozhi, he was nothing.

"Mr. Qu, I can't say anything to thank you either. "Well then, goodbye."

When she was about to leave again, he released her. However, he held tightly onto her hand and his voice became calm: "Little Treasure, I promise you. "But, I also have a small request …"

She felt a little uneasy. "What request?"

Without a word, he took her hand and led her away.

Along the way, the scenery was picturesque.

Up ahead, the Wutong Xuan could be seen in the distance.

At dusk, the silhouette of the light and color, the fragrance of the setting sun and fragrant grass, and the huge umbrella canopy of the parasol tree enveloped the entire Wutong Xuan in tranquility and serenity.

How many stories, how many days.

But she did not look at it.

Just like that memory that was sealed away.

God has given us "oblivion" is the greatest benevolence to mankind. If not, love, hate, schemes, plotting, being toyed with by others and painstakingly avenging … All the trivial matters were firmly engraved in his heart. How could he bear through this long life of his?

Once in a while, green leaves would float down with the wind as he treaded on the starting point of Ginkgo Avenue. Qu Cunzi stood still and let go of her hand. With his back facing her, he squatted down: "Little Treasure, let me carry you again, okay?"

She did not answer, her eyelashes drooping. No one knew what she was thinking.

He did not press her. He just patiently squatted on the ground and waited for her.

It was like a fight, she standing, he crouching.

With his back facing them, he could clearly hear their heartbeats.

At that time, she suddenly realized that Qu Cunzi was no longer the same as before.

However, she couldn't say what was different.

When he was that foppish young master, that selfish and conceited young master, when had he ever had such patience?

Just that, Qu Cunzi, why did you make such a request again?

Why!

Silence. She had been silent, anxious, and hesitant.

However, he had never urged her to do so, nor was there any impatience.