He also stared at her. Yes, she was much more haggard. She was no longer as delicate as a white porcelain doll in the past. Her face even had the weathered look of someone on a journey.
However, she is still astonishingly beautiful, even far more beautiful than when we first met her.
She was so happy that she was always incoherent: "Xixi... I really miss you..."
"I miss you to death"!
She thought, you may have reversed the order of those three words.
If you really miss me, will you hang up my emergency call?
At that time, I was already disgusted. Now, don’t you find it disgusting to say such hypocritical words?
She withdrew her hand and was extremely cold, as if she didn't know him.
The more silent she was, the more frightened he became.
Because, from last night to now, he felt like she was a ghost - ghosts never make sounds.
"Xixi...Xixi...it's me...it's me...a big man who picks his feet..."
"..."
He timidly said, "Xixi... please tell me a word..."
Her voice was so urgently needed for confirmation.
She took a step back and finally said, "Mr. Wang, I need to take a step forward."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up: "Haha...Xixi, it's you, it's really you...silly girl...it turns out it's really you...it's really my silly girl..."
Then, he pinched his arm hard and grinned: "Really...this time it's not a dream anymore...carefully...you are real...you are a real person..."
Then, he hugged her again.
She was already on guard, turned to one side, and said in an impatient tone: "Mr. Wang, is there anything else? If nothing else, I'll leave first..."
She had never been so indifferent to him.
It's even more peaceful than when we finally broke up.
However, he didn't feel aggrieved at all. In his heart, he was so happy that he was about to explode. He was just as stupid as a young boy: "Haha... I'm so happy... so happy... Carefully... you don't know, I dreamed that you were like this last time, and you refused to speak for any reason... This time, you spoke... You are serious... Haha, it is real..."
She suddenly turned away, not looking at his expression at all.
Just then, the phone rang.
Yan Xixian answered the call, only said a few words, and then hung up the phone.
She turned and left.
"Xixi, what do you want to do?"
She had lost her patience, opened the car door and got in.
He got ahead of her, quickly opened the door on the other side, and got in: "Xianxi, how about I drive?"
She remained silent and started the car.
Soon, the car drove away, leaving only his car lying there alone.
Along the way, Yan Xixi was just silent.
Many times, Wang Donglin wanted to speak, but he had nothing to say... Thousands of words could be said, but they could not be formed... He was very happy, so excited that he could no longer express himself. He just kept staring at her, for fear that in the blink of an eye, this figure would appear. Just dispersed.
It's really not a good feeling to be stared at so closely after traveling hundreds of kilometers.
It looks like there are thorns on the back.
Twice, Yan Xixi was distracted and ran through a red light.
Finally, the house in Boston is in sight.
She stopped at the fork in the road and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Wang, get off the car."
He stupidly said: "Xixi, let's go home."
"..."
"Xixi, are you in trouble?"
She was silent, but her face clearly showed great impatience.
"If you have something to do, I'll go with you..."
