"There has been no news from her for so many years, and... today the driver even called her madam and said that the master is waiting..."
"So your mother must have remarried?"
Sheng Xin said nothing, but the answer was already coming out.
An Ran suddenly didn't know how to comfort Sheng Xin. At this time, there was no way she could get out of the predicament she had set for herself.
He reached out and patted her back. Now he could only silently give her strength.
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An Ran sat with Sheng Xin in the room all night. It was not until the next morning that the two of them were surprised to find that they had fallen asleep at some point, but they were still covered with quilts.
Sheng Xin took a look, wasn't this the quilt Zong Zhenglie bought?
I quickly got up and saw Zong Zhenglie lying on the sofa, sleeping deeply, with only a thin blanket covering him, and his whole body was curled up.
Suddenly, I felt a suffocation in my heart, my eyes began to turn red, and my eyes became sour.
An Ran also walked out. Seeing this scene, she reached out and patted Sheng Xin on the shoulder, "Zong Zhenglie really likes you. Do you know why I let him go without asking a few questions? Because it's because
I can see the way he looks at you, you can’t deceive anyone! It’s completely different from the way Zong Zhengchen looks at you.”
Does Zong Zhenglie really love himself?
In fact, for so long, she had never seriously thought about whether Zong Zhenglie really loved her.
She only knew that when she met him, she would have troubles that she couldn't deal with, and he would take advantage of her from time to time, so Sheng Xin never thought of opening her heart to him.
"An Ran, I'm not sure I can love anyone again now..." Zong Zhengchen gave her a blow. Although she didn't say it, she already had a barrier to love.
"Why are you not sure? Because you are stupid to do this to a man who has been sorry for you." An Ran disagreed, "It's just first love! Unpleasant things in the past are just a thorn in your heart. No one can touch it, only you.
You can pull it out by yourself. As soon as you grit your teeth and pull it out, the wound will slowly heal from that moment on. If you can't pull it out, it will hurt your heart every time you touch it."
"Then how can I know that Zong Zhenglie won't insert another thorn in me?"
Aren’t all men the same?
Moreover, he and Zong Zhengchen were born in the same mother's womb, so their personalities are hardly similar.
"If you don't try, how will you know if Zong Zhenglie will penetrate you?" An Ran smiled, "The wound can still be healed, but it will leave a scar that won't kill anyone. If you keep putting it off and refuse to let it heal,
, that is the fatal injury.”
Sheng Xin didn't know how to answer. She felt that what An Ran said made sense, but she didn't seem to have enough courage to pull out the so-called thorn.
An Ran sighed, "Think about it carefully, I'll go see if there's anything to eat."
Sheng Xin nodded, walked back to the room, took a quilt and covered Zong Zhenglie with it.
Seeing his frowning eyebrows unfurling in his sleep, Sheng Xin moved his lips.
Suddenly, he turned over, put his hand on her leg, and moved his thin lips slightly, "Sheng Xin..."