It was only a week since I saw him, and Si Yan changed a lot, his whole aura became gloomy and even more sluggish.

Her heart was restless and her steps were unconsciously relaxed.

Si Yan opened his eyes, his cold and arrogant eyes became dull and said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

Su Xi sat opposite him, "Come and see you!"

Si Yan leaned over and poured her tea, "What's the best thing about me? I'm still the same!"

Su Xi stared at him, "Are you sure you are still the same?"

Si Yan's hand holding the teapot stopped, trembling slightly, and the water splashed in the cup, and the clear sound was a little harsh on the stuffy afternoon.

He put down the teapot, and his face covered in stubble made him look even more depressed. "Have you been to see Ling Yinuo recently?"

When he mentioned Ling Yinuo, there seemed to be a glimmer of life in his eyes, but soon, it was like a ray of light shining on a stagnant pool of water, silently sinking into darkness and silence.

Su Xi nodded, "She has recovered well, and can already hold a light thing in her right hand, and she is in good spirits.

Si Yan nodded slowly, "That's good."

He spoke a little lighter and asked, "Does she think of me?"

Su Xi paused for a moment before whispering, "No."

Si Yan lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his lips, as if he was self-deprecating and comforting himself, "It would be nice if he didn't."

Su Xi took a deep breath, "Isn't this what you want? Why do you want to turn yourself into this again?"

Si Yan's face was a little pale, and he reached out to touch the cigarette. After the cigarette was taken out, he remembered that he could not smoke. His tight jaw looked uneasy and anxious.

Su Xi said, "If you want to smoke, just smoke. A cigarette won't have much impact."

Si Yan still put the cigarette box back, Xiao Miao ran over, jumped onto his shoulder, and looked at Su Xi curiously with big eyes.

This time Si Yan didn't brush it down, and Xiao Miao became even more bold and lay down directly, basking in the sun lazily.

Si Yan turned his head to look at Xiao Miao, his black eyes had no focus, his voice was low and slow, and each syllable was filled with depression and pain.

"I think I am quite a bitchy. I tried my best to drive Ling Yinuo away, hoping that she would forget me. When she really forgot, the person she couldn't let go was me."

Ling Yinuo was a brilliant beam of light. He felt that he should live in the darkness and was not worthy of this beam of light.

But he didn't know that she had penetrated into his life. Only when she really pulled away did he understand what darkness was.

He also told himself that this was the result he wanted. Ling Yinuo forgot about him, and would live a normal life as a young lady, and would live a happy life.

He will be the same as before.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt bored by everything, disgusted with the nights when he couldn't sleep, and was also disgusted with the dawn every day.

Even tired of himself.

His heart is always empty, as if the most precious and important things have been poached, and nothing in his life has meaningless.

Occasionally, he wanted to numb himself by getting drunk. When he was dizzy, some pain became clearer. Ling Yinuo smiled in front of him, confessing to him as if he was joking and seriously.

Her sweet and soft voice infinitely pulled every nerve of his infinitely, allowing him to wander and wander in joy and despair.

There were countless times when he heard Ling Yinuo crying in his sleep, and his crying was so depressed and sad that it was like on the phone that day, which made him feel heartbroken.

He wanted to find her and comfort her, but he couldn't find her.

Time did not fade these pains and memories, but became deeper. He became more and more depressed, decadent, shrouded in an irritable and gloomy mood, like a headless fly could not find a way to relieve himself.
Chapter completed!