The door to the study room was slightly ajar, and most of the man's face was hidden in the light, appearing and disappearing. He seemed tired or worried about disturbing business matters. From time to time, he would reach out and gently press his temples.
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Before being fully mentally prepared, Wen Xihe's man had already opened the study door and walked in. There was tension and embarrassment in his heart, but it all became natural in the man's slightly stunned eyes when he raised his head.
"Xixi?" He Mingjue's eyes were locked on Wen Xihe, watching her slowly get closer and closer to him from the door of the study room. The man's eyes were filled with surprise and scrutiny, but there was a faint hint of small
Jumping with joy.
Wen Xihe did not speak, but walked up to He Mingjue, turned slightly sideways, reached out and gently pressed the man's temple. The man's body suddenly froze under his palm. It seemed that Wen Xihe was gentle and considerate, and there was no beauty trap.
The smell of it clearly brought out a bit of the serious and honest feeling in the memory. Realizing He Mingjue's stiffness, Wen Xihe's eyes fell on the top of the man's black hair and whispered, "Relax!"
But at this moment, the man turned around suddenly and pulled Wen Xihe into his arms.
He Mingjue didn't believe his own eyes, but he believed Wen Xihe's. When he looked at those big watery eyes, the unbridled hatred that he used to have when facing him had faded away. Slightly, there was
There were some bright shaking. He Mingjue's heart suddenly moved. He had no intention of testing Wen Xihe's purpose of doing this.
In fact, all it takes is an answer and he will believe it.
"Xixi, tell me, what are you doing?" The man hugged Wen Xihe with a little force. His eyebrows, which were originally slightly tired, slowly relaxed under the light of the light.
Wen Xihe felt her chest aching. Her hands slowly fell on He Mingjue's face. She struggled and sat up from He Mingjue's arms. Her hands touched her cheeks.
The touch almost made Wen Xihe's nose sore.
How long had it been since she had seen him so close and touched him?
The man's eyes looked at Wen Xihe unblinkingly, as if he had been waiting for this moment for too long. He looked at her as if he wanted to see back all the time he had missed in her life.
Wen Xihe's hands moved slowly on He Mingjue's face. A man could not understand her mood at this moment. She could only use this method to let her remember what she remembered in their last time.
He Mingjue's appearance.
"He Mingjue, let's not be like this, okay?"
As Wen Xihe spoke, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at the familiar handsome face right in front of her. During these times, this face often showed the helplessness he felt when facing her.
and frustration. She knew that he was using his own way to express his feelings for her.
It's just that she obviously can't afford this kind of relationship anymore.
Wen Xihe's tears fell "crackingly" when the man tensed his body slightly and his eyes flashed with inexplicable excitement.
At this point, even Wen Xihe herself can't tell whether what she said is true or false.
She loved this man, very much, and loved him to the core of her bones. Every time she thought that they could not have a result, she would feel suffocated in pain.
But, she wants to leave him.
There was some familiar emotion in her heart, slowly wandering around. Wen Xihe felt that her heart ached, but she relied on this pain to make herself more awake. Her hands wrapped around He Mingjue's neck, the woman was petite
Her body was nestled into the man's hard chest, and her body was trembling faintly. She cried, and her voice went from whimpering at the beginning to wailing at the end.
"He Mingjue, do you know? Those days when I was abroad, how did I get here?" She cried, holding her hands tighter and tighter on He Mingjue's neck, determined not to let the man see her blossoming.
"I walked from one city to another alone. I told myself, Wen Xihe, He Mingjue doesn't want you anymore. You've been gone for so long, you've gone so far. Maybe you can come back again."
You can start a new life again without seeing him. But, I still haven't done it."
Wen Xihe cried, telling herself in her heart that she was just preparing for her smooth departure. But in the end, even she couldn't help but want to tell everything in her heart.
Like, a faithful confession of farewell.
He Mingjue hugged Wen Xihe tightly in his arms. When he heard her words, his heart felt like someone was hammering him hard. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Like a lump in the throat.
Only, hug her tightly again.
"Xixi..."
Wen Xihe's body was shaking more and more violently. She was lost in her own thoughts. It seemed that in her increasingly louder crying, she had already forgotten her purpose of coming to He Mingjue.
At this moment, I just want to tell, I just want to tell.
In those long days and nights, Wen Xihe walked a long way, saw a lot of scenery, and visited many cities. Everywhere she went, she thought it was a new beginning for her, and she would definitely be able to be there.
During a journey, I completely forgot about a man named He Mingjue.
But she failed, failed miserably.
During the day, she encountered the most beautiful scenery. She was so excited that she wanted to call the people around her to take pictures. When she woke up, she realized that she was in a foreign country, and her He Mingjue was nowhere to be found by her side.
At night, she felt cold, so she stretched out her hand and subconsciously wanted to find warmth around her. While muttering, she softly shouted "He Mingjue, I'm cold." There was no one around her to answer, and in the empty and dark night,
It was pitch black in front of me, except for the sound of the wind whistling through the window.
She was bullied and gangstered in a foreign country. Even when she ran away, she would subconsciously think to herself. She didn't have to be afraid, He Mingjue would definitely not let others bully her.
Until later, she knew that there was no way she could kick He Mingjue away from her solid memory. However, she knew that she almost resolutely and ruthlessly pulled herself out of He Mingjue's world, leaving no room for it.
Now, she is sparing no effort to bring herself out of He Mingjue's world more completely.
The woman in his arms spoke intermittently about the pain and sadness in her heart these past few days. He Mingjue heard it clearly, but his heart hurt even more.
"He Mingjue, I'm so tired, so tired. Let's stop and stop hurting each other, okay?"
The woman in her arms cried almost silently. She hugged him, and the hands that hugged his neck were trembling slightly, but they were very strong. She seemed to be using this method here, waiting for his words, a promise.