"Let's go to Qianwei Island to eat, I'll treat you!" Xiao Zhu said enthusiastically, and Ting Qingyu silently followed her to Qianwei Island.
Qianwei Island, as its name suggests, has thousands of kinds of food, including barbecue, pan-fried, deep-fried, steamed, stir-fried, soup, cold drinks, sugar water, etc. Whatever you want to eat, you will be able to eat. (Here is a quote from "Devil"
Sentence description of "Fucked by the Poisonous Rose")
You have to forget some things and face a new life.
Ting Qingyu thought so, tried hard to put everything aside, and went to Qianwei Island with Xiao Zhu to have a meal.
When they got home, their parents had already prepared dinner. Ting Qingyu only ate a little bit because she had just eaten outside, and her parents suddenly looked extremely nervous.[
Parents are like this, and Ting Qingyu gets worried whenever she eats less.
"Xiaoyu, is the food not delicious?"
"Xiaoyu, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Look, parents get nervous when they don't want to eat. Ting Qingyu twitched the corner of her mouth and shook her head, "No, I just went to Qianwei Island with my classmates to eat something before coming back from school."
Ting's father and the three of them looked at each other and watched eagerly as Ting Qingyu left the restaurant and went upstairs.
Turning on the light in the room, lying on the soft and spacious bed, her heart surged. An indescribable feeling came over her heart. It was empty and painful. She stretched out her hand slightly and suddenly touched something. She turned sideways and looked
, it turned out to be Che Yue’s drawing paper that I drew in school.
Ting Qingyu's eyes suddenly became hazy.
For more than a month, she has been suppressing the sadness in her heart. During the day, she has a faint expression or a faint smile on everyone. Does it mean that her heart is like drinking poisoned wine?
Ting Qingyu climbed up with difficulty, picked up the scroll and unfolded it gently.
That familiar face gradually appeared in front of Ting Qingyu's eyes.
"Cheyue..." she murmured softly, her heart ached and her eyes hurt, but no more tears fell.
The tears were all gone, but what was suppressed in my heart was a heavier sadness.
Of course... her family members are also hard for her to let go of. If she really returns to the Ming Dynasty, what will her parents do?