"Yang Xiaoyun" raised his head and looked at Ji Yuhao, his eyes were full of tenderness.
This kind of expression caught Ji Yuhao's eyes. He thought he was dazzled. He blinked and opened his eyes again. Everything was as expected, as if it was a lifetime ago. There was nothing but the indifference in his eyes that he was all too familiar with.
and purity.
"I knew you would have to torture yourself again when I left!" Looking at the untouched food on the table, Yang Xiaoyun said softly, covering up the infatuation that was about to show in his eyes.
Ji Yuhao was obviously shocked, but the sudden concern from "Yang Xiaoyun" made him feel even more bitter.
Her tenderness has nothing to do with love;
She only cares because they are friends!
Then, why bother giving yourself so much hope?
"Go back!" After hesitating for a while, Ji Yuhao finally said with determination.
"Yang Xiaoyun"'s hands trembling while he was placing the dishes and chopsticks, lowered his head, bit his lower lip, covered up the anger in his eyes, and said: "Then even if you let me go, at least let me finish the meal with you.
Let’s go!” That tone was extremely authentic!
Without saying anything, Ji Yuhao glanced at her. Her innocent look was something he could never refuse. He turned around and looked at the sea of lights below, but his heart was filled with pain.
This woman will drive him crazy one day!
If he knew that love turned out to be such a bitter pill, he would never give it a try!
Looking back, looking at Ji Yuhao's lonely back, his sadness, his smile, his joys and sorrows are only because of her!
The hand holding the chopsticks tightened, "Yang Xiaoyun" bit his lip, closed his eyes, and the bits of powder in his sleeves were sprinkled into the soup along with the tears on his face!
***
Because City Y is a city with relatively developed industry, it is also a relatively wealthy city among many cities in China.
Of course, the size of the train station is, to say the least, no worse than the airports in some cities!
In the waiting room
Ke Xiang held up a sign with the three characters Yang Xiaowen written on it. It was white and red, very dazzling and obvious!
As people flowed in, Yang Xiaowen pulled off her designer denim jacket and searched for her sister, a loser in life, among the people picking up passengers. She looked around, but there was no one there. She looked at her watch and saw that the train had not passed.
It was only fifteen minutes early. When did Yang Xiaoyun become so punctual?
Really...
Unwilling to give up, she raised her head again, but her eyes fell on a sign. On it, the words Yang Xiaowen were written vigorously! It was actually even more beautiful than her client, who had practiced naming for more than ten years.
He raised his head and met Ke Xiang's searching eyes, and then...
When he was sure that the fashionable girl was the Yang Xiaowen he was looking for, Ke Xiang had the urge to laugh. These two sisters were really two extremes.
Let’s talk about Yang Xiaowen first. If he hadn’t been holding a family photo of Yang Xiaoyun in his hand and could have confirmed from her appearance that the fashionable girl was Yang Xiaowen in the photo, Ke Xiang would never have admitted that she was the younger sister of that working girl Yang Xiaoyun.
.
Look at what she is wearing. Her top is a mid-length plaid shirt with the hem casually tied into a knot. Her coat is an ultra-short denim jacket, sunglasses, a peaked cap, and a pair of jeans with a little hole.
With a pair of sneakers under her feet, a delicate face, and a tall figure, in a blink of an eye, she really looks like a celebrity when she goes out. Except for her angular mouth, which is somewhat similar to Yang Xiaoyun, the rest of it is really not the same as Yang Xiaoyun!