Su Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No need."
The servant's smile froze for a moment, and then he said cautiously: "Are you still angry with Master Xiu? Miss Qianqian."
Su Qianqian looked at her and smiled, neither denying nor admitting. She entered the living room and asked the servant who managed the room key: "Can you find the key to the room I used to live in now?"
She married Yi Ningxiu a year ago and moved into their wedding room. However, she had never been to the room she had lived in before.
The servant quickly found the key and handed it to her, and asked: "Are you looking for something? You have difficulty with your legs and feet now, so I'll help you."
"No need to bother." She took the key and shook her head, then slowly went upstairs.
The servant who was rejected by her looked at her back and was a little unable to recover for a moment.
No matter how dull they were, they could still feel Su Qianqian's distant and polite attitude.
"How can this be considered trouble...really."
The servant sighed and shook his head.
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Su Qianqian took the door key and opened the door.
Because few people live there, and the servants rarely clean it, when I walked in, there was a light layer of dust.
The decoration of her room is pink. Mrs. Yi said that girls should be pink and tender to look happy, so even the curtains are light pink.
She went in, opened the window, and sat quietly on her former bed for a long time.
This is the room she has lived in for 10 years. At this moment, it doesn't even look familiar at all.
She actually didn't like pink, nor did she like bows, but Mrs. Yi said that girls should dress more cutely, and she wanted to please her, so she followed her preferences in everything.
Now that I think about it, deliberately trying to please someone is nothing compared to being naturally liked by others.
There is a photo on the bedside, which is a combination of two photos, one of hers and one of Yi Ningxiu.
It must have been high school at that time. Yi Ningxiu was still wearing his school uniform. Su Qingqing should be standing next to him. Both of them were smiling and looking at the camera. Yi Ningxiu's always cold face also had a slight smile in the photo.
His smile made his whole body soften.
That photo turned out to be Su Qingqing's. She asked for it, made another copy, cut out Su Qingqing, and pasted her own photo next to it. The traces of cropping are still there. Look at the pieced together photo.
It looks nondescript.
She looked at the photo for a long time, and finally sighed softly.
It turns out that their unsuitability was already destined.
She and Yi Ningxiu had never taken a photo together since they were young. Even when taking family photos, Yi Ningxiu was unwilling to stand with her and had to stand far away from her before taking the photo. When I was a child, I didn’t know why.
I hate her, and now that I think about it, anyone who meets a fanatic like her will want to run away.
The more she craves his attention, the more he runs away from her.
The chase between them was destined when they first met.
Now it was finally ended by her own hands.
She threw the photo on the ground, looked around, and found that there was nothing that could take away her nostalgia.
Her room is like a template, everything is done according to Mrs. Yi's preferences. Until now, only that photo is left, which can be called Su Qianqian's own thing.