"But don't have too much hope. The world is so big, there will inevitably be similar people." Su Jiuge sighed softly.
"I understand." Luo Xichen stood up and said, "Mom, I want to go to church to see Wan Qing."
"Well, go ahead. Don't stay by the lake for too long. Remember where the dinner is and I will inform you separately."
Luo Xichen said goodbye to Su Jiuge, then turned around and left the concert venue.
When Mechelle saw Luo Xichen, her face lit up and she was about to follow him.
"You can go wherever you like, don't follow me, I have important things to do." After saying that, he left without even looking back.
A look of loneliness flashed across Mechelle's face. This time, she had shamelessly followed her on her own initiative. He didn't force her back onto the plane, which was a sign of great patience for her.
However, if he said not to follow him, wouldn't she follow quietly?
So, she called another car and quietly followed Xi Chen's Bugatti Veyron to the church.
Mechelle saw him walking all the way back to the mountains, and finally sat down quietly by a huge clear lake without saying a word.
He had that look again.
Every day, when he sat quietly in front of the window, staring at the blood-like sunset, his ice-blue eyes were blurred and affectionate.
She knew that he was thinking about that person again.
But this time, by the lake, his expression seemed even more sad.
Luo Xichen sat by the lake, quietly looking at the calm lake surface, a faint smile overflowing from his lips.
"Wan Qing, I came to see you again. How have you been this year?"
"I know you must be listening. That night, you told me that you would always secretly watch me from the clouds. But I want you to appear in front of me."
"It's really painful to live without you. There is no hope at all. I don't know when the end will be."
"I can no longer laugh. You once said that I look best when I smile. I'm sorry, I must be very disliked by you now."
"I failed to find my son and take good care of her. Are you angry with me, so you keep ignoring me?"
Having said this, Luo Xichen buried his head in his knees and began to choke like a lone wolf.
His voice was so desolate, blending into the sad wind.
Eight years have passed, and what happened at that time is still vivid in my mind as if it were the next day.
After a full hour, Luo Xichen slowly raised his head, his eyes were shockingly red, and there was blood oozing from the bottom of his eyes.
Eight years later, there will be even longer days, but what will accompany him are only the memories of that year and more, countless wounds, and countless regrets.
"My parents both told me that I should look forward, find a new woman, and start a family. But I can't do it."
"Without you and Ming, I would be a hollow person, a walking corpse, without a home at all."
"I found out that Hoshino Hiro is not dead. He is living very well in Japan now. He actually took the initiative to make an arms deal with me. What's funny is that he doesn't seem to remember who I am at all, and he looks very respectful."
"Wan Qing, it must be you who did it, right? At that time, you didn't kill her at all, you just erased his memory. I know you are soft-hearted and reluctant to kill."
`Luo Xichen sighed softly, his voice was very soft, like a whisper to a lover.
"At that time, it was all my fault. Even though I knew you had so many ties, I still forced you to come out and force you to make a choice."