"I..." He wanted to explain, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat, pressed in his chest, and he couldn't say a word. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know where to start.
"The prank is over, please leave." After saying this, Xin Qing left the room without looking back and ran downstairs, with faint tears.
The young man was there, murmuring in a low voice: "Xin...Qing..."
The light breeze blew up the corners of his snow-white clothes, which were clean without a trace of dust. He had a breath as clean as dew, which was dispersed in the wind passing by him.
The breeze blew very gently, gently blowing up her fluttering skirt. Her face was streaked with clear tears. "Yin Lu, you are doing well."
The wind was strong, blowing the young man's white shirt like a bulging sail. He was standing on the edge of the window sill, his hair a little messy and flying, and his deep eyes were quietly looking at the distant light gray sky.
His standing posture was not relaxed, and his straight back looked a little thin.
Xinqing squatted next to the broken flower, stretched out her hand and slowly brushed her petals, like touching the warmth again and again.
Yin Lu paused for a moment, supported the window sill with his slender hands, pursed his lips, sighed slightly, and touched the little bit of soil that remained, feeling guilty.
He came here definitely not to break her flowers. He just... missed her a little, a faint but strong miss, a miss that he didn't want to admit but really existed.
I want to know how she is, I want to know if she is jealous for Gong Yiling, I want to know...everything about her.
However, she came back at the most inopportune time, and he did the most wrong thing. He broke her flower. If it were before, he would laugh and make fun of her: "It's just a pot of flower. If I stay with you again, it will be nothing."
It’s over.”
But today...he couldn't tell. Seeing the vague but real pain in Xia Xinqing's eyes, and the overwhelming anger that she had slightly suppressed, he couldn't laugh at all.
Even touching the corners of the lips has become a task that is more difficult than climbing to the sky. He struggled, hesitated, and was entangled, but Xinqing's actions underground no longer allowed him to hesitate.
She picked up the soil, put it aside, held the dying flower in her hands, smiled slightly, put it down, and then picked up the fragments of the flower pot one by one.
No matter how small it was, he put it in the palm of his hand, mixed it with soil, and squeezed it gently, but there were still traces of blood. Yin Lu looked at it in a hurry, rushed down, and growled at her: "You
What are you doing? You'll cut yourself if you do that, don't you know?"
Like an order, Yin Lu growled. He looked directly at Xia Xinqing, but there was a look of longing in his eyes. His expression was serious, and although he made a growling sound, she clearly saw distress in his eyes.