When Lin Ruoxi saw Xiao Shuai again, she didn't feel the slightest bit surprised. Instead, she felt an indescribable calmness with a hint of sadness.
In the early morning, at the door of the nursing home, he stood there quietly against the light. When he saw her walking slowly down the steps, he smiled and took a step forward, "Good morning."
Just like the time before, he stood downstairs in her dormitory, smiled warmly at her and said, "Good morning, Lin Ruoxi."
In fact, she was not unmoved at all.
Maybe there was a little bit of enthusiasm that was born out of ignorance, but it was killed by her rejection before it could break the ground.
Lin Ruoxi looked at him, but her focus was on somewhere in nothingness, and she couldn't help but feel in a trance.
After being almost crushed by the tribulations of life, she always had the illusion that she had experienced her whole life. She thought she had reached the end of time, but it turned out that... it was not even a season yet.
The two people were a few steps apart, standing there motionless. They looked at each other, but were speechless.
On that late summer morning, the breeze blew the hem of her white skirt and fluttered her black hair. Her graceful appearance in the morning light became a painting engraved in Xiao Shuai's heart for a lifetime.
"Are you okay?" After a long time, he took the lead in breaking the silence.
"Yeah, not bad."
"Can... can we find a place to sit together?" He hesitated and made a cautious request.
Her thin eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to refuse, but she heard his melancholy and sighing voice, "I'm going to Germany soon. I have a flight ticket the day after tomorrow."
Maybe it was the sadness in his tone that made her heartache a little, or maybe it was the warm and pure past that touched her heartstrings. She knew she shouldn't, but she still hesitated for a moment, smiled and uttered a word... "
good."
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When Tang Hongxuan hung up the phone, the coldness on his face was enough to freeze everything within ten meters into ice.
Lin Ruoxi and Xiao Shuai met, and they went to a coffee shop to talk happily for a whole morning. Okay, that was so damn good! He has been too gentle to her lately, right!? What is he taboo about, and what does she do? Look!
You look so brave and need education!
And Xiao Shuai, that guy doesn’t want to live anymore! He even dares to make plans for his woman.
Okay, you’re looking for death, aren’t you!? He will make it happen!
The man held the wine glass in one hand and the phone in the other. There was a cruel sneer on his face.
Fang Wenyue, who was sitting opposite him, was laughing so hard that his hair stood on end and he felt chills. Tang Hongxuan's expression at this moment was really terrifying. He had never seen this man in the 30 years he had known him. Even when he unified the Southeast Asian underworld,
, he is also calm and has no trace.
Fang Wenyue's right eyelid twitched suddenly, feeling that something bad was about to happen.
In line with the principle of protecting his own safety, he felt that he should not ask. After all, if Tang Hongxuan got angry casually, it might lead to a bloody storm. He didn't want to get himself covered in blood.
But when I turned around and thought, if Tang Hongxuan really wanted to cause trouble, he couldn't get away from him. It was better to show concern now, maybe I could hear some exciting gossip. So he put on a full expression of concern and asked: "Whose?"
Phone? Why does your face look so ugly all of a sudden? What happened?!"
However, the man showed no concern for him at all. Tang Hongxuan put down his cell phone, gritted his teeth and said "It's okay", and then he raised his head and poured strong drinks into his mouth one cup after another.
Fang Wenyue smacked his tongue and thought, this is really something!
The mood of gossip was high, but after thinking about it, my life was at stake, and finally I had the sense to shut up.
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The food on the table had gone cold. Since that dinner, the man seemed to have developed the habit of coming back every night and waiting for Lin Ruoxi to cook for him in person.
When Tang Hongxuan came back, Lin Ruoxi was sitting boredly on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, flipping through magazines. When she saw him coming in, she slowly stood up and went to greet him. Just taking two steps, she was struck by the chill and coldness on his face.
His eyes were so frightened that he froze on the spot.
Tang Hongxuan glanced at her, pursed his lips and went straight into the study without saying a word. Lin Ruoxi was left standing there in a daze, confused and at a loss.
The man returned to the bedroom very late.
The person on the bed was already fast asleep. The thin flaxen silk was bulging into exquisite curves, and his thin body was sunk sideways into the wide and soft mattress, making him appear extremely petite and endearing.
Tang Hongxuan's gloomy gaze fell on her, and he felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart, so hot that it hurt him.
Tang Hongxuan felt a prick in his heart, and while he was annoyed and agitated, he felt boundless emptiness and desolation.
He quickly pulled up the thin quilt that had fallen to the floor, covered her body, and then fled the bedroom in panic.