Xiao Zhuoyan pulled her to the window. She smiled reluctantly at him and lowered her head again.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked her softly, resting his head on her forehead.
Xu Wanqing was slightly startled and hesitated to speak, but Xiao Zhuoyan turned his head slightly, his black eyes as deep as the sea, waiting for her to continue.
She murmured, but still said, "I don't know why, I always feel that everything in front of me is like a dream, with no sense of reality at all. I... I would rather time stop here..."
Xiao Zhuoyan felt sour in his heart and stared at her, his lips moving, but he still didn't know what to say to make the confused little woman in front of him feel at ease.
After a brief silence, he leaned over, picked her up, and walked slowly outside.
The sun shines on Xu Wanqing's eyes, which is warm but not dazzling.
She struggled for a while, but Xiao Zhuoyan did not let go. He lowered his eyes and smiled at her, but still walked forward slowly.
Xu Wanqing lay flat in his arms. In her eyes, she saw a clear blue sky with occasional clouds drifting by. She felt carefree and carefree. There were many guests on the green grass, and fiery red roses spread all the way to the horizon.
He held her in his arms and kept walking. She didn't know where he was taking her, but the feeling of being held by him and walking slowly was so good. She closed her eyes and heard the faint sound of drums and music getting further away, and gradually she could only
She heard the sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and then the sound of the wind and the sound of the door. She opened her eyes and was shocked by the scene in front of her.
She never imagined that there would be another version of herself in this small attic, with a calm and lifelike smile.
Xiao Zhuoyan put her down gently, walked to the other girl, hugged her gently, hummed, then turned back to kiss her face, muttering, "Real people still feel better.
"
Xu Wanqing had not yet recovered from her excessive shock. She pointed at herself and kept saying: "Then, then..."
"That's your wax figure!" Xiao Zhuoyan smiled.
Xu Wanqing stood up and walked slowly towards the wax statue.
They really look alike, even their subtle expressions are so similar.
The white skirt she was wearing was also her old belongings. In fact, everything in this small attic was something she had used before. She was in such a hurry when she left the Xiao family that she only had time to destroy their group photo, clothing, etc.
Naturally, it was left at home. It was expected to have been thrown out by Xiao Zhuoyan or Guan Yonglan, but it was kept here intact. It was as clean as new and not stained by a trace of dust.
"You..." She only said one word, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she just looked at Xiao Zhuoyan in a daze.
"In the years when you left, I often lived here." Xiao Zhuoyan walked around the house, his fingertips gently brushing the old things that had been touched countless times, "In fact, not long after I was separated from you, I already
I regret it. I thought that as time goes by, I will slowly forget you, but I was wrong. The longer the time goes by, the deeper I miss you. The feeling of not being able to think about you is simply heartbreaking! So, when you come again
When you come back to me..."
He looked at her steadily and said, "I swear, I would rather give up everything in my next life than leave you again. Because you are not by my side, I will feel that life has no meaning at all! Qingqing, don't be nervous anymore, I really
, I won’t leave you again... I won’t leave you again.”