Sure enough, there was a note pressed on the desk.
These days, not many people are willing to leave notes. However, it is definitely Huang Xiaojue’s handwriting.
"Xixi, I'm much better now. You don't have to worry about my injury. These two months have been the happiest time in my life. The moment I was injured, I thought the whole world had been completely destroyed. However, because
With you, I am alive again..."
When he endured the pain and stood under the auditorium of Harvard, his life began to grow again.
At that time, he no longer had any expectations. He just wanted to take a look from a distance and leave, because he knew that she no longer belonged to him, and she already had her own world... However, in the vast sea of people, she left alone.
Seeing him on such an inconspicuous occasion - it was a kind of fate and a kind of connection -
Her feelings for him were deeper than he imagined.
It's enough - it doesn't need to be love - it just needs to be that at the critical moment, she thinks you are worth giving everything for, that's enough.
Therefore, regardless of her honor, her desire to return, and her expectations - not to mention more than half a month, even half a year, she would wait and take care of her without any complaints, without saying a word.
"I will stay with my father first. I don't want him to worry about me in his later years. Maybe after a while, we will change places. Please, you don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to look for me until I'm completely settled.
Come down and I will tell you the news. Don’t worry, I will live a better life than you imagine. It’s time for you to go back too. Don’t stay here alone. Loneliness causes premature aging, especially for women, where there is a home.
If you have fun, go back."
"Be careful, don't worry about it."
At the end, there is an upright signature of "Xiaojue".
That is his unique handwriting, and he once practiced the powerful pen calligraphy. These days, few people can write so beautifully.
This is one of his specialties, just like the first love letter he gave her back then. It was short, but the handwriting was beautiful. She liked it very much at the first sight.
Yan Xizhen pinched the thin piece of paper and burst into tears.
That's right, he said he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.
But, this is how he left.
It was quiet when I came, and I was silent when I left.
Like a ghost, as if it will never appear in your world again.
She collapsed and suddenly felt that her whole body was empty.
My heart, my brain, my worries...were originally filled with countless things, but now, everything is empty.
The phone rang and it was Li Zhen calling.
He didn't call often, but he kept in touch.
"Is the Huang family's cousin's injury serious?"
She said mechanically: "Okay."
"Do you need anything else? I'll bring it to you tomorrow..."
Then she remembered that it was the weekend again.
"No need. Li Zhen, don't bother me. Thank you very much."
"It's just a piece of cake. Yan Xixi, you don't have to be polite to me. I'll send you some daily necessities and medicines tomorrow..."
"No need..." She paused, then told the truth, "He has already left..."
Li Zhen was startled, but he was not surprised.
After a while, he let out a long sigh: "That's okay... this is normal. Yan Xixi, what are your plans?"
She didn't know how to answer.
He suddenly seemed to realize something: "Yan Xixi, are you still staying there alone?"
