The cafe is decorated with exquisite petty bourgeoisie. Everywhere there are some white-collar workers stirring coffee spoons and smiling warmly. Ningxia chose a seat by the window. The warm sunlight shines through the glass window, and the white checkered tablecloth is coated with a layer of golden color.
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Li Mo stared at the woman in front of him who had once made him fall in love and hurt him. Her face seemed to have grown, her facial features were more refined, and she was more beautiful than when she was in high school. Her thin bangs hung softly on her forehead, she was quiet and beautiful.
The look made his heart beat wildly inexplicably.
"How have you been in these years?" Not wanting to let this awkward or harmonious atmosphere continue, Ningxia decided to break the silence.
"What about you?" He chuckled and asked the question without answering.
"I'm okay."
The most sad thing is that the lovers who once loved each other sincerely and passionately are now looking at each other across the table, speechless, and the greetings they barely put together are pale and weak.
"I have always," Ningxia squeezed the delicate spoon tightly, her voice full of guilt, "I have always owed you an apology."
"What if I don't accept it?" Her alienation and humiliation made him unable to help but immediately intervene.
Ning Xia's cicada-like eyelashes trembled, and she pursed her lips. Her crystal clear skin was almost transparent.
"Ha, I'm kidding you." Li Mo lazily folded his hands behind his head and said as if unintentionally.
Ning Xia held the handle of the cup and breathed a sigh of relief. If he really didn't forgive her, she would have no choice but to continue feeling guilty.
"Why did you say that back then?" The girl in front of him became more and more radiant, but he missed it. Unwillingness surged in his heart. He couldn't hold it back, so he asked the question that he had asked over and over again.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it. How could he question her like this? He believed that she was not that kind of girl. He had figured this out as soon as he left the mainland.
When they were together, Ningxia's personality was both lively and refined, charming and lovely. At that time, she was always full of expectations and fantasies about life, and her crystal eyes were always filled with brilliant sunshine, but he also knew that she was not happy at home.
Although she was favored and even embarrassed, Ningxia never complained. Her bottom line seemed to be very shallow, so she could always tolerate her noisy sister and eccentric parents.
For such a girl who knows how to give in, how could such hurtful words be her original intention? Li Mo soon understood, but so what? After all, she still hurt him. Her innate pride and
His self-esteem did not allow him to look back, and his father had already convinced him to go to Taiwan to inherit the family business.
Ning Xia didn't seem to be embarrassed by her abruptness. She did owe him an explanation, "At that time, after Ning Xue slapped me, I was very angry and said those words without thinking, but I really
"I didn't mean that. Later...you left...I was very sad and regretful," Ning Xia sighed slightly, "After all, I once liked you so much, and my whole heart was devoted to you."
Yes, at that time she loved a boy with all her passion, and she naively thought that they could really stay together forever.
"Once?" Li Mo sensitively caught her wording, so he asked half-jokingly, half-seriously, "What about now?"
"Now?" Ning Xia breathed a sigh of relief, "Now that I see you in a suit and leather shoes, young and promising, I feel relieved."
Suddenly, she became that bright and sunny Ningxia again.