God, will she be laughed at if she doesn't act now?
Li Xiaoyou looked at the figure on the ski resort without tears. He suddenly wanted to beat his chest, but he was afraid of losing his balance again. Furthermore, his expression became more helpless than helpless.
Mu Chenfeng skated a few times, but his eyes were always looking at him.
Even the scene where she lost her balance did not escape his notice. To be honest, at that moment he was really afraid that she would fall. He even changed the direction of the skate towards her, but in the end he saw that she had maintained her balance.
He had to change direction again.
Every time, they want to get closer, but have to deviate. This seems to have become a fixed strategy between them.
But now, looking at her standing alone at the entrance of the skating rink, with a bewildered look on her face, she looked like a child who couldn't find a home.
Her delicate brows seemed to be frowning slightly instinctively, as if she was doubting something. Mu Chenfeng noticed something. Every time she was with him, her eyebrows would be in this state.
Even the corners of her mouth were pursed cautiously, as if she was afraid of leaking something because of her nervousness, and was afraid that something would happen if her nerves relaxed at a certain moment. Her skin color looked even whiter under the reflection of the ice surface.
It's just that his expression is at a loss and a little confused.
At that moment, Mu Chenfeng felt distressed like never before.
This is not the first time I feel distressed, but this time it is a strong feeling that I have never experienced before. It is obvious and even fatal.
Because he saw that she didn't seem happy. This happiness did not refer to the emotion at this moment, but a state, a summary of emotions within a period of time.
Is he wrong?
Or maybe, her state has nothing to do with him at all, but is just his passionate imagination? But why, those eyes always appear in his mind.
It's so affectionate that it's a bit sad, just like the look at each other after the first meeting six years later; just like the look at each other through the crowd in Japan...
He may never forget that feeling for the rest of his life, it is precious and treasured.
Happiness is understandable to Mu Chenfeng.
If it is, then it is excellent. If it is not, it will not create any image for him at all. People like him are used to the changes in the world. Gaining and losing make no difference to him.
But he suddenly asked himself, if so, would you be grateful?
In an instant, the answer is almost certain. But if a few words are added in front of this question, either as a modification or as a prerequisite, then the final answer will be hesitant.
Mu Chenfeng thought, but couldn't help but change the direction and slide towards Li Xiaoyou.
Because he stood for too long and the cells in his body were too tense, Li Xiaoyou felt that his legs were numb.
She couldn't help lowering her head, looking at how she looked when she put on her skates, and thinking about what angle to use to "scratch" on the ice so as not to fall.
"Who invented this crappy thing, and what is it used for? It's obviously useless!" Li Xiaoyou lowered his head and couldn't help muttering like a casual thought.
Although she didn't know who or what race invented this "sharp weapon", she still greeted the inventor's greatness.
Alas, if you don't show off, don't you have to do this so hard?! Why bother... She was intermittently complaining to herself when a pair of white skates suddenly stopped in front of her eyes.