The pain in Ruoxi's heart was unbearable, and she couldn't believe that the enchanting Poppy, the smiling Poppy, left like this.
"Don't be sad, maybe she wants to let herself go!"
Look at this chain, she was holding it when she died!
Xu Yao took out the chain. It was a dull chain. It was not very beautiful. It was the kind of chain you would see at a roadside stall.
After Ruoxi saw it, her expression changed and she took the chain. Suddenly, strange and familiar memories came one after another.
Suddenly, she saw the photo that Poppy had been collecting,
The woman's side face was frozen under the illumination of the light. The dim light illuminated her cheeks warmly. Her long hair was scattered, and her bangs were clear on her forehead. She smiled faintly, and her enchanting eyes appeared. Her blurred eyes had a strange look.
Temptation, this is a side view photo, it was obviously taken secretly!
Xu Yao looked at it carefully, and finally frowned and said, "Ruoxi, this is you!"
Ruoxi nodded, yes this is her!
But it was her a few years ago. She turned over the photo and found that there were many words written behind it.
But the fonts are all overlapped and it’s hard to see what they are.
But the big wisteria in the middle is so clearly revealed.
Ruoxi's body was shaken.
Poppy's serious expression suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, that kind of smile with blessing and determination. She said that she would not let Ruoxi return to Ye Ye Shengge again, and she did not want to see her again.
It was such a clear scene, but that person was nowhere to be seen again.
Ruoxi looked at the necklace and photos in her hands, tears streaming down her face.
So that’s it!
She understands!
She finally understands!
But is it too late for you?
Poppy, I'm sorry!
...
In this world, there is always a person waiting for you somewhere. If it is not here, not at this time, then there will be someone waiting for you at that time.
When Ruoxi returned home, the sky had already darkened. No stars or moon could be seen. All she could see were countless holes.
When the door was opened, the lights in the villa came on!
It's Mu Shiqin here!
He sat on the dining table and chair, holding a fork and cutting the mature beef in front of him.
Ruoxi knew that he liked medium-rare beef, the kind that tasted like blood on the tip of his tongue at any time.
Ruoxi smiled charmingly at that time, and as expected, a beast is a beast, and its nature will never change.
She quietly sat next to Mu Shiqin and picked up the knife.
He didn't ask Ruoxi where he was or what he was doing today.
And Ruoxi didn't speak, she just kept stuffing beef into her mouth.
There was an indescribable emptiness in her chest, and she tried her best to tell herself that she was very hungry, but she couldn't taste anything when she ate.
She reluctantly swallowed it, telling herself that she must eat, otherwise she would starve to death.
After eating a piece of overcooked meat, I couldn't bite it into pieces. It made Ruoxi choke and cough uncontrollably, and her throat was terribly uncomfortable.
Mu Shiqin didn't say anything, but handed over a glass of water and patted Ruoxi's back gently with his palm.
Ruoxi didn't turn her head, ignored Mu Shiqin, and continued eating.
The knife and fork collided with the plate, and the sound was sharp and harsh. Ruoxi finally threw the fork and said coldly: "Poppy is dead."
Mu Shiqin made a movement, nodded lightly, and continued to cut the meat.
Ruoxi was angry: "You knew it a long time ago, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"
Her tone was accusatory. Although it was a rhetorical question, it was an affirmative sentence. How could she forget his identity? How could someone like him not know who he was when he often went there to socialize?