Are this situation, this scene, and this rain a satire on her overestimation of her abilities?
Qian Weiran walked towards the swing frame step by step. She didn't know whether it was tears or rain hitting her face.
She was soaked all over, and the coldness had begun to spread endlessly, but she didn't have the slightest fear.
She silently walked to the swing frame without saying a word, looking at the swing frame floating in the wind and rain with empty eyes. Through the thin rain and hazy mist, Qian Weiran seemed to see the boy.
The sun shrouds the young man's peerless cold face in the golden sunshine, with the corners of his mouth raised with a vague arc, such indifferent eyes, and such arrogant demeanor. After all, he is the sunshine that she can see but cannot touch.
Air.
In an instant, she burst into tears, she could no longer control it, and the scenery in front of her was already blurry.
She staggered and fell down on the grass, letting the rain slowly submerge her. She was exhausted and didn't want to say anything or do anything anymore.
"Xiaoran..."
"Xiaoran..."
Whose call was in my ear? Why did it sound so familiar? When I looked up for a moment, I saw a tall and upright figure soaked by the heavy rain. The soft flaxen hair was already dripping, and the delicate pear-shaped face seemed to be still flowing.
There were water stains, but his eyes that were supposed to be emotionless were actually stained with a thin layer of anger.
"It's you... you want to continue to hit me... it doesn't matter..."
She didn't want to pay attention to anyone anymore. She just felt that without him, the whole world would be destroyed, leaving her alone.
"Doesn't it matter?"
She was in her eyes and in her heart. How could she not cherish herself so much? Jian Yixi didn't know where she could get such anger. She hadn't felt like this for a long, long time...
Suddenly, Qian Weiran found herself being pulled up by a huge force. In panic, she happened to look at Jian Yixi. Qian Weiran was afraid of his eyes for no reason, and struggled subconsciously: "Let go... me
I don’t know you…let me go…”
"If I told you that the star is me... would you believe it?"
"You? How could you...um..."
The next second, he had pulled her into his arms, leaned down, and kissed her fiercely. Qian Weiran looked at him with wide eyes. The soft touch on her lips was a bit burning, and she clearly told him
This was not a dream, it was real.
She said he was a star?
She was a little confused? How could Xingxing become him?
Recalling every word he said before, there are really 80% things that only the stars will know. He...has already said that he hates women and girls who hate chattering girls. Why...why did he still kiss her like this?
?.
Is it humiliating? A star wouldn’t do this?
She didn't know where she got the strength to push him away, took a few steps back, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Why did you kiss me... Why did you... ugh..."
"Just because I am him...just because I like you...just because I don't want to miss you anymore...just because I didn't talk to you in those three months ten years ago...I regret it..."
Jian Yixi could no longer remain calm. As long as it was about her, his self-maintained calmness would collapse in an instant. Perhaps, ten years of long waiting had made him unable to wait any longer.
"What?"
Qian Wei's clear eyes were once again dimmed, and her face was full of disbelief.
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