Xia Wanxin frowned secretly.

Now that I had no time to say anything, I hurried back to the room wrapped in a blanket.

Squatting on the toilet, my stomach sucked and it became uncomfortable.

She lowered her head, covered her lower abdomen with her hands, and stared at the pattern of the tiles on the bathroom floor with a blank look.

It is very shallow concave and bumpy, and is anti-slip.

As she looked, she no longer had the leisure time outside just now, thinking about the things that were there.

I only regret it in my heart. I will never touch that bottle of wine when I go back half an hour ago.

Now that the retribution in this life is here, it’s so painful!

On the terrace, because of the woman's departure, a wine bottle was poured in a corner of the blanket.

With a clang, the bottle was not broken and the remaining wine in it overflowed.

Hearing this sound, Bo Qingyun's gaze came to see her completely.

It just happened to capture the woman's thin and slim back, and she couldn't see her face, and she had a good temperament.

A family moved into the next door, and there seemed to be a child.

Because some nights I vaguely heard the laughter of the children, which was not very real, I just felt very lively, which was different from the coldness here.

Bo Qingyun looked at it for two seconds, and saw that the door connecting the terrace and the room closed little by little, and her eyes paused in the warm light indoors for two seconds.

The cigarette in his hand was delivered to his lips, and he smoked a little fiercely. Perhaps it was because his life was special.

The cigarette in his hand soon came to an end, and Bo Qingyun lit the next one.

The night wind began to flow slowly, blowing away the ashes and bringing some emotions that shouldn't have.

That night, Bo Qingyun turned back to the room until the sky turned white.

Xia Wanxin is not asleep yet.

She sat on the toilet for a long time until her abdomen swelled a little before she packed up.

Back at the bedside, she didn't have the interest to go out again. She climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt. She originally wanted to go to bed after a while, but accidentally saw the date that was jumping quietly after midnight.

His eyes were stunned and fell on the row of numbers for a long time.

She thought she had forgotten it a long time ago, but she didn't expect to remember it so much.

Five years ago today was the day when she was ‘dead’.

Xia Wanxin lay down and turned to her side. The curtains in the room were not pulled. The view was very good. She could just see the scenery outside and the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Looking at the curve, some emotions suppressed by alcohol jumped out again, wrapped around those deep-buried memories, flashing in my mind like a slide, making Xia Wan's heart and mind hurt more than her stomach.

She tossed and turned.

This time it took several hours to turn. I don’t know how long it took, the sky gradually became brighter and the earth first appeared.

Xia Wanxin fell asleep in the haze.

The next day, she yawned in the office and blatantly took a break in front of the camera.

I woke up in the afternoon and woke up a lot. It was only then that I realized that Bo Qingyun didn’t come today.

Such a day can't be a "commemoration" for her, right?

Xia Wanxin tweaked her lips, feeling ridiculous about this idea.

No, it's ridiculous.

Gradually restrained her expression, she came to work without distractions.

The thin house in the imperial garden.

Bo Qingyun appeared at the door in the early morning and was startled by the butler who had just bought glutinous rice cakes and fried dough sticks from the old community opposite.

"Sir?" The car was not parked in the garage. The man's back was wrapped in the dark night, and it was deserted.

Bo Qingyun turned her head as he walked over.
Chapter completed!