"Well."

Nodding, sipping a sip of coffee, red lips raised, watching Gong junchi pull out a good-looking arc.

"Then let's go." With that, Gong junchi takes Chu Jiaxuan's hand and goes to the door of the coffee shop.

When Pei Xuanxuan looks out of the window, she doesn't stop her eyes from sleeping in the villa.

Although he didn't say anything, she read it from his eyes. Fortunately, it was not her who was hurt.

She didn't understand. In such an emergency, she never thought that he would step forward, the more he thought about it, the more upset she felt. For a moment, she had the illusion that he liked her, and she shook her head and wanted to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.

Reach for the light, then open the bottom drawer of the desk, pick up a wallet inside, open it, and take out the photos in the most interlayer.

In the photo, Chu Jiaxuan is smiling brightly. Behind her, Pei nanjue stands in the distance with a faint smile on her face.

Looking at this photo, her eyes are sour, tears slide down without warning, and her delicate and clean face is suddenly stained with tears.

It is said that there is no right or wrong in the feelings, there is no first come first, as long as you meet the right person at the right time, it is the best time. However, in her most youthful age, falling in love with a person who should not be loved, she is like a moth to a fire.

Once, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world, and everything was just a dream she thought.

She reached out and touched some yellowed photos. With her eyes closed, the scenes of the past poured into my mind. It turned out that her memory was still so clear.

What happened before, what happened today, one scene after another echoed in her mind. She never loved to print women, and never was.

Ha ha, the man who loves with his life, even today, he still talks to her with questioning tone three years ago.

Oh, silent sigh, put away the photos, turn off the lights, and lie down again.

Think of Gong junchi, for him, she really don't know how to think, although they are now male and female friends, but for him, she always feel that they have an obscure gap.

I don't know if it's because I can't let go of Pei nanjue in my heart. Every time she is with him, she subconsciously wants to keep a distance, and the relationship between them can't go further.

The more I want to feel tired, my eyelids become heavy, and finally I close my eyes slowly with the night wind.

Some people, some things, will slowly disappear with time?

Suddenly, I remembered a song "walk and walk, and then scatter". There are several popular lyrics in it:

some people disperse when they walk. Some things look pale.

How many people can not understand the East, there is how much can not give up.

Some people forget when they think about it. Some people wake up when they are dreaming.

Just found that I was too naive, the reality was so cruel.

Maybe, once she was in love with a man like a moth. Now, she should learn to love herself and her talents.

The lip cape is light, delicate face, can't see a trace of trouble, then finally entered the dreamland.

The next day, when Chu Jiaxuan was still in trouble, Feng Mou opened her eyes, picked up her mobile phone, took a look at the time, climbed up from Qingshang and left the bed.