"He didn't give it to me, I collected it myself." Zhu Xiyou held the box and smiled bitterly, "I picked up the aloe vera leaves in his flower pot, the Snickers bars he gave me and I didn't want to eat them, and the isatis root
I grabbed it when he was about to throw it away, and I collected the orange peels on the pretext of making medicine..."
The image of Zhu Xiyou rummaging through the trash can appeared in Xu Weimeng's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Zhu Xiyou, Zhu Xiyou, you are such a pervert!"
"So what?" Zhu Xiyou's voice was hoarse, "These are the only things he left me."
Xu Weimeng asked blankly: "Is he dead?"
Zhu Xiyou gave Xu Wei a sharp look, "You are the one who is dead!"
Xu Weimeng took the biscuit box from her hand and said, "He's not dead and you're not married. Even if he doesn't like you now, it doesn't mean he won't like you in the future. There are many possibilities between you, so why bother guarding him like this?"
It’s a bunch of moldy stuff.”
"There's no chance. He hates me."
Xu Weimeng said seriously: "It's normal to hate you. You don't have the qualities that make people like you."
Zhu Xiyou endured it and suddenly laughed, "You're right, I'm stingy, I love taking advantage, and I'm good for nothing... I'm just a person who's not worthy of his liking. I just brought it upon myself, and now I'm being treated as a joke by a stranger.
My life is really pathetic."
"I didn't see your joke, I just think that if you like him, you should be braver and let him know how much you like him, instead of secretly collecting some things that he has long forgotten and feeling sad alone."
"Do you think I haven't confessed my love? I confessed my love eight times, but was rejected every time. Later, he simply disappeared, went to a new city and changed his number, and didn't give me any news. I was thousands of miles away.
I went to find him, and guess what? He said, "Don't worry about me." I know I'm annoying, but I always thought that we were friends, so we should just go out and meet each other, but he actually
Even my friends don’t want to have sex with me. He’s very annoyed with me, to the point where even looking at me feels like I’ve stained his eyes, but I don’t even know why.”
Zhu Xiyou did not cry, her expression remained as usual, as if she was telling someone else's story, but her eyes were empty and weak.
Xu Weimeng stretched out his hand and patted her head, "Stop thinking about it and go to sleep. I have to leave."
Zhu Xiyou nodded, fell on the bed, feeling weak, but still muttered before falling asleep: "Remember to lock the door for me."
Xu Weimeng curled up his lips and smiled. Zhu Xiyou kept saying that he was not a good person and that he was a bastard, but she did not hesitate at all when she shared a locked box with him on the train, and now she felt at ease letting him
Locking the door for her, this inexplicable sense of security is because she trusts him? Or is she always so rough and informal?