Murong Qingzhen answered the phone first. He opened the door of his car parked in the open space of the hospital with one hand and held the body of the mobile phone with the other.
Unable to help, his hand was shaking violently, so that at this moment, he could not successfully insert the key into the keyhole.
"Murong Qingzhen." There was a touch of alienation and sadness in her gentle voice, but it seemed to give him hope.
"Azi..."
"Haha, where are you now? Do you miss me?" Her voice sounded casual with a smile, but he felt that there seemed to be hidden sharp and deep pain and hatred, especially after she said the sentence "Miss me?"
"After that, his heart couldn't help but tremble violently.
At this moment, he no longer had any luck. It turned out that she had installed a surveillance camera in the ward. It turned out that she had long been suspicious of him. It turned out that...all the lingering and attachment were nothing.
Pretense!
They were once a close couple, but now they are enemies who can never get back together. His Azi, he should have thought of it earlier. He and her are like a piece of exquisite nephrite. Without careful care, they will fall to the ground.
They broke into two pieces of gravel with sharp edges. Even if they were put in a box, they would no longer be able to achieve their original integrity and value. If they were not careful, they would scratch each other severely.
"I want to." There was a hint of pain in his voice. He had thought about her for so many years, but he had never truly forgotten her for a moment.
But now, he can only... think!
After his brief answer, there was another series of pleasant smiles in the receiver. She smiled very brightly, as if she had heard a hilarious joke, and her breathing was a little incoherent.
But on the other end of the phone, Murong Qingzhen knew that she must be crying.
She covered her crying with laughter, so those gasping sounds were a little weird.
"If you miss me, what don't you want to say to me now?" After laughing for a long time, Jiang Zimo finally stopped laughing.
Her voice was as gentle as water, like the whisper of a lover, but Murong Qingzhen felt a chill come from the bottom of his heart. Because they knew each other so well, he was also very clear about her way of dealing with others.
At this time, it might be better if she could yell and scold her, and maybe there would be room for improvement. But the more gentle, smiling, and calm she is, it means that the anger and hatred in her heart are
The deeper the accumulation of thoughts, the more difficult it becomes to channel them.
Let a person who has always been bad at concealing his inner likes and dislikes suddenly turn into a saint who looks down on love, hatred, and enmity. All this is beyond human power. He understands her as deeply as he understands himself.
"You tell me and I listen." Murong Qingzhen replied softly, but she was secretly on guard in her heart. Every word she spoke, the tone she used in every sentence, and the pauses between sentences were probably what he wanted.
Try your best to understand the information.
They are all a glimmer of hope to save their relationship.
So he braced himself with great vigor and dealt with it carefully.
Unconsciously, he still had some luck, thinking that maybe everything could be undone.
But she couldn't help feeling a little sad that he and she had finally reached this point.
I can only let all the lingering past, all the tenderness and sweetness be buried in the deepest part of my memory, and even the pain can no longer find an excuse.