Jiang Lan was stunned for a moment, and she quickly opened the car door and sat up, put on her seat belt.

Lu Jingchi stopped talking and drove out.

It was already raining outside, but the weather was still gloomy. Jiang Lan sat in the hotel all night, and her hands and feet were cold and numb.

When the car window was opened, the wind blew, and Jiang Lan's nose was filled with a faint smell of wine.

Jiang Lan was a little worried. He drank alcohol and drove...

She didn't dare to speak, so she glanced at him, and silently retracted her gaze. The wind outside the car window made her cheeks hurt.

Jiang Lan quietly stretched out a finger and closed the car window to isolate the cold air outside.

Back to Yujiangting, and after he parked the car, Jiang Lan turned around and pulled his sleeve.

Lu Jingchi turned his head to look at her, but he still said nothing, but Jiang Lan could feel the coldness coming from him.

She gestured: Do you want to take a shower? I'll put water for you.

Lu Jingchi didn't say anything. He withdrew his gaze and took out a cigarette to light it. He couldn't hear any joy in his tone. "Is anyone who said you would like to listen to me except me?"

Jiang Lan was slightly stunned. She shook her head and wanted to gesture, but he couldn't even look at her.

She stared at the man's sad side face, opened her mouth, and tried hard to squeeze out a few words from her mouth: "No...I, bear, worry..."

This time he finished listening quietly, but he just didn't know if he understood it.

After a while, he finished smoking a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt out, turned to look at her.

"Then do you remember? Let me tell you that you don't have to listen to any of you except Lin Zheng's words?"

Jiang Lan shook her head, she didn't remember it.

She really doesn't remember it.

Lu Jingchi laughed, sounding a little self-deprecating.

"Anyway, you can't remember anything I say. You will only remember what others say."

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed, and she reached out to pull his sleeve, but he remained indifferent.

She wanted to tell him that it was not that she didn't want to remember, it was that she couldn't remember... She had forgotten too many things.

I want to tell him that her memories are disappearing little by little, especially some small things that are becoming increasingly difficult for her to remember.

Those things that I remember deeply are forgotten from time to time and think of them from time to time.

She also hates this kind of herself, but she has no choice...

She doesn't want to.

The only thing she can't forget is worrying about him.

This is a memory engraved in the subconscious mind. Even if you forget it, you will love him in the subconscious mind.

Lu Jingchi no longer wanted to communicate with her. He opened the car door and got out of the car on his own and entered the house alone.

Jiang Lan looked at the back in the reversing mirror, her eyes were hot and tears fell uncontrollably.

She wiped her tears, got out of the car quickly, ran into the utility room, and searched it inside.

Finally, she sat on the ground weakly.

She even forgot to put that book there.

Jiang Lan sat on the ground for a while, stood up again, searched carefully in the utility room without giving up, and finally found a small box in the corner.

She carried the box to the door and looked in the light outside.

What I saw was a pile of fragments.

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled. She took out the piece of paper inside and tried hard to identify the words on it, but it was too broken and she could not see anything.

She held the cardboard box helplessly, her nose was sore.

Because she forgot, who tore it off.
Chapter completed!