As if trying to convince herself, Haiyue shook her head desperately until her eyesight turned black for a while, then she finally stopped and looked up at the white clouds floating back and forth in the sky, her eyes unfocused.
But……
Haiyue's heart tightened, and a voice came out from the bottom of her heart.
If she didn't fall in love with Sikong Jingqiu, why would her heart get hot every time because of Sikong Jingqiu's behavior?
If she didn't fall in love with Sikong Yiqiu, why would she be worried that he worked hard?
If she didn't fall in love with Sikong Jingqiu, why did she feel so heartbroken as if she was about to die when she heard Sikong Jingqiu say that the relationship between her and him was just a fair transaction?
If she hadn't fallen in love with Sikong Jingqiu...
The countless what-ifs made Haiyue close her eyes in pain.
She actually... fell in love with Sikong Jingqiu...
Falling in love with a man who treats their marriage like a transaction…
Haiyue leaned against the wall, slowly slid down bit by bit, and cried.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the cell phone in my bag rang.
Haiyue slowly opened her eyes, lowered her head in confusion, and stared at the bag on her lap for a while before reaching out and taking out her phone.
The caller ID showed that the caller was Mother Lin.
Haiyue sniffed, pressed the connect button, put it to her ear, and said with a thick nasal voice, "Mother Lin?"
Cong Ma's critical voice came from the receiver, "Hai Yue? Why aren't you downstairs in the young master's company? Where have you gone?"
Haiyue's heart tightened again when she heard Sikong Jingqiu's name. She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound as normal as possible, "I thought it was still early, so I went home..."
It turned out that she had gone home. Lin's mother, who was on edge, finally felt relieved and complained, "Haiyue, why didn't you call me first to tell me when you came home? I missed it when I came back.
You were kidnapped and trafficked, and you almost died of fright!"
"..."
"By the way, Haiyue, how about the bento? Have you seen the young master? Did he finish everything happily?"
"I..." Haiyue bit her lower lip, looked at the bags containing lunch scattered around her legs, and said bitterly, "See, I saw him, he is very happy."
"Really? That's great!" Mother Lin's voice sounded very happy, "Haiyue, tell Mother Lin your home address, and the driver and I will pick you up together."
"Well..." Haiyue looked around, reported her current location, and hung up the phone.
Haiyue sat there, looking up at the sky, in a daze for a few seconds, then reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, picked up the bag and put it on her lap, unzipped it, took out the lunch box, and opened it.
The food in the lunch box is very rich. It not only looks beautiful, but also smells very appetizing.
Probably in order for Sikong Jingqiu to understand her feelings, Mother Lin specially used ketchup to write "love" on the heart-shaped poached eggs.
Haiyue looked at the bright red letters, her eyes felt sour, and the tears that she had finally stopped fell from her eyes again.
For the first time, I felt that this English word looked exciting, annoying, and full of irony.
Haiyue smiled, picked up the chopsticks, took a mouthful of rice, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and before swallowing it, she took another mouthful of vegetables.
The rice was fluffy, soft, fragrant, and the food tasted very good, but Haiyue was like chewing wax, eating it was very difficult, almost difficult to swallow.