However, Wen Jiaren at this time was no longer the Wen Jiaren of four years ago. She did not avoid him, but instead, her eyes collided with his.
Li Nian smiled softly, with a hint of praise: "Don't speak?"
"Beauty, when did you become unwilling to even talk to me?"
Wen Jiaren looked at the man with a somewhat careless expression, and a nice smile on her lips, as if he was joking.
She suddenly felt a little upset in her heart.
It’s been five years, haven’t you already felt calm?
Why do you get confused when you see it?
She pursed her lips, looked at Li Nian, and asked one word at a time: "I don't know, what do you want Master Nian to say to me?"
"I'm tired." Li Nian shrugged, and what he said was wrong.
However, it is true.
He is really tired.
He hadn't had a soothing sleep in so many years.
Even, many times at night, he stood alone in their former house, imagining her existence.
I imagined what he looked like over and over again.
In the end, that appearance did not become fainter, but instead became clearer.
She was like a poison, corroding his flesh and blood.
When Wen Jiaren heard these words, she was inexplicably silent for a moment. Then, she looked at him seriously and said word by word: "Since Master Nian is tired, Master Nian, please go back..."
..”
When Li Nian heard these words, his whole expression was a little startled. The next second, he said something abruptly: "Beautiful lady, are you still thinking of running away from me?"
Wen Jiaren's whole body trembled, as if someone had penetrated her deepest thoughts.
When Li Nian saw her like this, a wry smile appeared on his lips: "Beauty, do you know how many sleeping pills I have swallowed in the past five years?"
His voice was close to sadness.
The sound echoed in her ears.
Beating her heart.
Heavy.
Wen Jiaren's eyes were dazed for a while. How could it be like this? Because of his words, her heart became unsettled?
