He said he didn't love him, but his eyes kept looking behind him. "The dead people haven't come to me until now. The dead people are dead. I, Mu Xiaoran, swear that I will never love him again, never love him again... If
If you love him, let yourself... let yourself never lose your teeth."
He was about to walk out of the door, but the dead man hadn't come looking for him yet.
He must have been having fun holding his real fiancée! She told herself that this was the last look she would take. If she didn’t see him again this time, then...
She stood blankly at the gate, looking at the villa where she had been living.
It was so magnificent and high-end. It didn't look like it could be afforded by me. Maybe that woman was right.
I am just a sparrow, how can I fly on a branch? At most, it is just a dream.
"Farewell, Kasefir. Farewell, my former favorite. Farewell, my favorite." He said it calmly, but his heart was torn to pieces.
What exactly do you get from this love? More tears than joy. Someone once said that if someone brings you more tears than joy.
Then please leave him. If you persist in your stubbornness, you will die without any bones left. What that person said is so much like me.
Standing at the intersection, looking at the passing cars and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance, she didn't know which way to go.
A taxi stopped in front of her. The driver rolled down the window and smiled. "Miss, where are you going?"
"Okay." Finally, he turned around and took a deep look at the villa. His eyes contained deep reluctance and deep attachment.
"Miss, where are you going!"
"Where to go?? I don't know where to go either!"
"Miss, you don't know where to go? Then I will take you there!"
"Go to Liuxi Street!" Now she can only go to Qianqian's place.
The driver was a talkative person and kept chatting interestingly along the way, and his words were not boring.
If it was before, she would definitely laugh and laugh, but now she doesn't listen much at all.
When Huabu Qian saw Mu Xiaoran who looked like a bereaved dog at the door, he was shocked. "Xiaoran, where have you been these days? Come in quickly."
Mu Xiaoran walked in blankly and sat down on the sofa.
Huabu Qian's home is very small, with just a room of several tens of square meters. There is only a small bathroom and not even a kitchen.
The room was crowded with a small bed and a computer on a table, and the ground floor was even more messy.
And the cleanest thing was the only sofa, which she bought second-hand from someone else.
Huabu Qian closed the door, sat on the bed, and looked at her like that for a long time.
Mu Xiaoran didn't even raise his head to look at her, he just let his tears keep falling.
Mu Xiaoran had already shed tears. The moment he saw Huabu Qian, all his grievances burst out and he could no longer control his tears.
Huabu Qian suppressed the anger in her heart and took a tissue from the side and handed it to her.
Just like this, they were wiped one by one, Mu Xiaoran wiped the silent tears.
His shoulders were shaking constantly, and Huabu Qian's anger was rising even more as he looked at it.
Mu Xiaoran is stupid and stupid, and never fights back no matter how much others bully her. But she is also someone who never sheds tears. She has her own self-esteem.
She had grown up with her and this was the first time she had ever seen her cry like this, and there was only one person who could hurt her so deeply.