You must have been hiding and crying secretly just now. You were afraid that we would see the traces of tears and feel embarrassed, so you hid somewhere else, right?"
It is not a very natural thing to be surrounded by others. The arrogance that Xiaomei had just built up suddenly collapsed in an instant, and her tears were misty and about to fall out again.
Qian Qian hurriedly said: "Sister Mei, I am not saying this to humiliate you. On the contrary, I can understand your situation very well. I don't know the origin of love. It goes deeper and deeper. You and I are both idiots. You don't remember
Is it done?"
Xiaomei seemed to become even more angry after hearing Qian Qian's heart-wrenching words. She turned her face to the side, twisted her body, shoulders slightly. She cried out: "Then you were acting like the leader just now. You are obviously a duplicitous person.
What a woman says in front of me is completely different from what she says in front of the leader."
She sighed softly, and there was a brief silence in the carriage. Xiaomei's voice was kept very low. She was probably worried that Yun Qingkuang, who was driving outside, would hear some clues. With such a loving heart, what else could Qian Qian say?
Well, you should be able to guess this when you learn about Xiaomei's strong and stubborn love for Yun Qingkuang.
Even if Xiaomei is a reliable friend, she will lose her mind in an instant. Qianqian has no complaints and can only look out the window and wait quietly for her to calm down.
"Why don't you say something for yourself?" This was considered a compromise. Maybe after I was angry, I thought about it carefully and realized that there was nothing I could do about it.
Qian Qian's eyes were dim with tears. She didn't look at Xiaomei and said to herself: "If I said that as long as you are willing to let me and my friends go now, I can promise you that you will never see Yun Qingkuang again forever. Do you believe it?"
Xiaomei probably believed it. She knew it in her heart and became more and more sad. She cried and held Qianqian's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I made you sad. I shouldn't have doubted you. You have too much pain in your heart."
Now, I still want to add salt to your wounds, I really..."
Qian Qian smiled slightly, looked at Xiaomei, gently raised her hand to support her face, and said: "Don't cry, be careful that he will hear it. I understand what you mean. I have said it before, you and I are both
People of the same kind should be able to understand each other."
Just after dinner, Xiaomei helped Qianqian go out for a walk. The temperature had not yet dropped. Both of them were wearing thin clothes, and the breeze was blowing, making them look even more beautiful.
Xiaomei looked at the sky with a smile and said, "It's nice this summer, and the light is a lot brighter. If it had been winter, it would have been dark by now." She immediately remembered Qianqian's past when she was covered in clouds in winter.
Qing Kuang was forced to do hard work in the kitchen and laundry room. He was suffering from a high fever and was in a state of confusion all day long. No one paid attention to the miserable situation, so he stopped talking.
Qianqian pretended not to hear, she was willing to choose to forget, what happened in the past was in the past, besides, Yun Qingkuang also came to his senses, and he was very gentle and considerate to her during this period, which sometimes made Xiaomei jealous.