He sighed, stretched out his hand, stroked her long hair, and said, "I'll take you to see her..."
Zhongqing didn't move, still squatting there quietly.
In front of her, the ferry ticket was still lying quietly.
Yi Jian's fingers moved from her hair to her cheeks, and slowly raised her chin. Looking at her red and wet eyes, the pain in her heart became more and more unbearable, and her throat was dry.
, it took him a long time to squeeze out a word that was so indifferent: "Let's go... I will take you to see her..."
Zhongqing lowered her eyes. She was a little disbelieving. After a while, she whispered: "Is it true?"
She recalled how he looked just now, and it frightened her.
"Are you meeting her?"
"Well, it's her, Zhong Xin, your second sister..."
His voice was very light, and his expression and tone were full of difficulty and struggle. If you observe carefully, you can see the tension and uneasiness in his tone.
So Zhongqing stopped talking.
After a while, she slowly stood up. She still didn't have the courage to look at him, and she felt a little at a loss.
Yi Jian saw her changing clothes. She was hurriedly packing up and dressing up. Her expression was a bit nervous and expectant. He kept looking at her, pursed her lips, a little nostalgic and sad.
The feelings he gave her were too deep.
But she is a sensitive person by nature. If she is not careful, she protects herself very well and does not allow herself to be harmed in the slightest.
In fact, she has never given anything to the love between them, nor has she given herself any chance to let him take whatever he wants from her.
She just quietly enjoyed everything he gave her, and she enjoyed it so naturally.
She just quietly enjoyed everything he gave her, and she enjoyed it so naturally.
So much so that, until now, deep down in his heart, he didn't know what choice she would make!
As Xu Ang said, in fact, he still has to know some things after all.
She packed up everything, walked up to him, and finally spoke to him, but there were only two words: "Let's go."
Yi Jian didn't say anything, as if he had already anticipated that she would be like this. He just turned around, took a piece of clothing to the side, gently put it on her, and said, "It's cold outside."
