When they got home, Yan Xixi got out of the car first, still very gentle: "It's getting late, you big guy who picks his feet, you should go back early and rest."
He parked the car and looked at her silently.
That night, the moonlight was bright and clear.
However, the sharp spring cold is obviously colder than winter.
She stood there and tightened her clothes, urging him, "Go back. You have delayed a lot of things for me these days. After all, work is important."
He got out of the car and walked over. There was a foot of distance between them.
Her face was very pale under the moonlight. She had been chatting and laughing at Zhang's house before, and her elegant rose color had disappeared. She was desolate, standing under the moon like a lonely little wolf.
He was also silent.
Even haggard, like a weathered hunter who has exhausted all his strength in the fight with his prey.
"Xixi, I can't say goodbye to you. I'm afraid that sometimes after saying goodbye, we will never see each other again."
She was shocked.
My heart, which was already as cold as iron, suddenly turned upside down.
That night, Yan Xixi couldn't sleep.
She once thought that she would never be able to forgive Wang Donglin in this life; because the moment he hung up the phone, she swore in her heart: Even if the world falls apart, I will never forgive this guy again.
From then on, no matter how he searched, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he made amends... she was never truly moved. Even the moment when she stood at the marriage registration office and walked out resolutely: she was never moved.
At this moment, the weakest link deep in my heart was suddenly defeated.
In spring, the sun is shining brightly.
Early in the morning, Xu's mother got up and made porridge and side dishes.
Xu Xiaoya took a few bites and sighed: "Oh, I like these dishes the most, but she can't eat them anymore..."
Xu’s mother also sighed: “It’s true that good people don’t get rewarded.”
"Well, on Qingming Festival, I have to burn some paper for her."
"Xiaoya, it's been so long, so don't stay sad."
Xu Xiaoya was at a loss for a while, then she said in a low voice: "Mom, actually I'm not sad. I just thought that except for Yan Xixi, no one in this world would be so kind to me... Sometimes, I think of her...
I really can’t accept that I am no longer in this world..."
Just then, her cell phone rang.
Really, who called what so early in the morning?
She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a work call, so she simply ignored it and continued to eat the porridge with each mouthful of the bowl. However, the ringing sound never stopped.
She was very impatient and picked up the phone: "Hey, who is..."
"Xiaoya..."
She was stunned.
"Xiaoya, are you free today? I'll wait for you at home..."
She hung up the phone, in disbelief.
The doorbell rings.
As soon as Yan Xixi opened the door, a person rushed in.
As soon as he saw her, his eyes widened and he felt stupid.
"Xiaoya...Xiaoya..."
Xu Xiaoya hugged her and burst into tears.
Yan Xixi is also very sad.
After a long time, Xu Xiaoya was finally able to speak, but she was still crying: "Xixi...Xixi...is it really you? It's really you...I never dreamed that you could come back alive...it's so great...
