Leng Peichen curled his lips, drank all the scarlet wine in the glass, stood up and left.
Mu Shiqin looked up at the drawing paper on the wall. There was a girl on the dark purple window. Just the back of the girl made people hold back their breath. The breeze floated, and the skirt floated up, and the layers appeared.
The layers of waves were like a smile, and the bright light was warm and cool, illuminating the whole person with extraordinary warmth. That was a girl who could only be stared at.
As if destined, he fell in love with this painting the first time he saw it.
Destiny brought them together. Just like a drug addict's greed for drugs, he fell in love without hesitation and embarked on the journey of love, but in the end he lost her and couldn't find her.
Ye Ruoxi!
This was a name that made his heart ache just thinking about it.
It's been a year, it's been a year since she left his side, and she's been hiding from him for a year.
Back then, she was not too cruel and even left him a letter.
She was cruel, cruel and only left one sentence.
The wisteria blooms and the flowers fall.
Ye Ruoxi, the flowers are about to bloom, where are you?
Ruoxi, who was lying on the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly sneezed twice in succession, and an angry scolding voice immediately sounded from behind, "It's cold at night, why don't you wear more clothes?"
Ruoxi looked at him innocently, "I've worn it so much, it's almost like a bun."
Liancheng still put the clothes in his hands on her body, "Then it will turn into brown."
Ruoxi laughed with a "chirp" and then looked back out the window. The beautiful cherry blossoms were flying in all directions like snowflakes rolling in the sky, hugging and kissing each other in the beauty.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ruoxi smiled.
Liancheng didn't speak, he just stared at her back from behind, his thoughts going far, far away, until he saw her for the first time.
On the sky-blue sea, on the beach, he saw a woman wearing a blue dress facing the sea, her shadow stretched by the sun, like a lonely beast.
He raised the camera in his hand and secretly captured what he saw in front of him in the photo.
In the photo, he couldn't see the woman's face, but from her back he saw the most real and unhidden version of her.
Ruoxi punched Liancheng in the chest and said angrily, "I'm talking to you!"
Liancheng covered his chest and looked at her.
"Does it hurt?" Ruoxi was so frightened that she threw herself on his chest.
Liancheng hugged her and smiled slyly, "It doesn't hurt."
Ruoxi was so angry that she wanted to beat him, but she heard him say again, "I'm not as beautiful as you."
Ruoxi immediately stopped waving her fists and leaned into Liancheng's arms, lost in thought.
Many people have said she is beautiful.
In her memory, names flashed through her mind one by one. It was not until the end that Ruofu carefully thought of the word Mu Shiqin. Her heart ached and she shrank into Liancheng's arms.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them with a hint of laziness.
Ruoxi just snuggled into Liancheng's arms, frowning slightly, panting slightly, and fell asleep. Listening to her breathing, Liancheng picked up Ruoxi and put her down.
She was curled up, so petite and thin that it was hard to breathe.
Liancheng just sat by the bed like this, watching the sunrise from sunset.
When the early morning sun shone on Ruoxi's face, she opened her eyes. Ruoxi saw the bloodshot eyes in Liancheng's eyes, and her throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand. She said hoarsely and quickly, "You didn't sleep all night?"