Chapter 1440: I'm afraid we will meet in a dream 3
Although I could only look at her back just now, the image of her back disappearing into the light curtain in the sky five years ago was too profound! At that moment, his brain seemed to be suddenly empty.
With the blink of an eye, the heart seemed to stop beating!
It's her, it's her, it's nothing wrong with it! No one except her can have this back that breaks his heart! He almost plunders the memory, plunders her departure and her disappearance.
His heart, during these five years, was always thinking about her, and there was a hole in his heart that hurt. Inside was the sadness and emptiness that could not be seen at a glance, and the world in front of him was shaking and blurry.
He couldn't even tell whether this was illusion or reality!
His clear snow has turned into an angel and flew into heaven, like a distant distance as if looking up at the moon!
After that moment, the blood flowed back rapidly, and the heart seemed to be uncontrolled, and it paved rapidly and beat maniacly, as if it was about to rush out of the chest cavity!
She was on the phone, and he looked at her back stiffly and couldn't move. He wanted to rush up, and wanted to hold her and ask her where she had gone in the past five years! He missed her so much, he was all
I want to kneel in front of her and beg her not to leave again!
But he couldn't do anything. He was afraid that all this was a dream!
However, he saw that Mengying's face finally hung up the phone and turned around, but with his unfamiliar doubts, he seemed to be startled by the little one, and asked with his head tilted:
Is there anything wrong with you, sir?"
He opened his mouth blankly, not knowing how to tell it. This looks plausible, and a woman who looks like her and not like her is his Qingxue!
In a daze, Luo Qingxue was carefully calculating his emotions in his eyes and thinking about how he should deal with it!
She is not a little girl anymore, and she will not be moved by his tears. She just tried hard to pretend to be the first time she met him and communicated with him in English: "Sorry, I'll leave first, I'll leave first.
Now.”
The moment he passed by, he smelled a faint perfume on her body. - It was very vulgar, Chanel No. 5, white-collar women, the most ordinary and common fragrance.
She was dressed in fashion, but she seemed to have lost her original spirituality and became a pearl-dirty-no choice, this is the requirement of a "role". A working woman in the Upper East Side of London also had no choice when attending such a dinner.
Without exception, it will have some refreshing and capable style.
Despite the changes and different from the original one, Leng Yunting could still smell something that belonged to her.
He just felt that this person was Luo Qingxue, the living Qingxue. He had touched every inch of her body, skin, and every part of her bones, and he had been touched countless times in the long years that followed.
After reading out the memories, the feeling of accumulation over the years gradually merged into his bones and blood.
That was the deepest touch buried in his body and in his heart. Every inch of bones and blood on her body was his most secret memory! Even if she denied that, he could only take a look and know that it was
Clear snow, his clear snow!
However, she left slowly, her steps were not too fast, as if she was not at all panic.