In fact, her sleep state has not been very good since she returned to Tongcheng, and it was especially bad this night.
In just a few hours, she kept falling asleep and waking up. She seemed to have had a lot of dreams in a daze, and many messy things were stuffed into her mind. They were all messy and intertwined. There was no clue, and her brain was blocked.
It's almost going to explode.
At dawn, Jing Li couldn't help but lift up the quilt and get up. She sat on the bed for a while and took the phone. She originally wanted to call Brother Xi Xi, but who knew that as soon as she opened WeChat, she saw Huo Qiran's profile picture.
.
The latest sentence still refers to the question she didn't reply to last night.
Jing Li deliberately ignored that sentence and directly called Xi Xi.
After playing a video for nearly an hour, Xi Xi reluctantly hung up. Jing Li got up, washed briefly, and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast.
She casually scratched her hair, wrapped herself in a thin coat and went downstairs.
It was still early, and there were not many guests in the hotel. She was not in good spirits. She leaned against the elevator with her head hanging down. She almost relied on willpower to support herself. She looked up when the elevator door opened. After seeing that she had arrived at the restaurant, she got up with difficulty.
, followed the familiar route to the restaurant.
She and Stewart had stayed in the hotel for many days, and the hotel staff already knew them, so the waiter at the door did not swipe the room card after seeing her, but just smiled and motioned for her to "come in."
Jing Li was about to go in when she suddenly heard a strange, rough voice coming from behind her: "Jing Li."
She felt in a daze that she must have heard wrong. After all, no one in this hotel would call her that. But the next moment, she saw the waiter in front of her raising his eyes in slight surprise, looking at her, and then at her.
behind him, and then looked at her again.
This was almost a clear indication of something. Jing Li turned around in shock. The moment she saw the person standing behind her, her whole body almost froze in place.
Huo Qiran was standing at the elevator entrance where she had just stepped out, his eyes falling on her quietly and intently, as if he had been standing there for a long, long time...
Jing Li's breathing suddenly became tight.
Reason told her that this was not a dream. The waiter's reaction and his voice all showed this.
But, if it wasn't a dream, why would he appear here?
He gradually came closer, and Jing Li finally tried to raise a smile, "Hey, can you make a sound?"
Huo Qiran stood still in front of her and nodded slowly, "Yeah. It's just that the voice is a bit unpleasant... just like the time when I first started speaking when I was a child."
"Not really." Jing Li couldn't help but chuckle, "It's quite unique."
Huo Qiran listened and just looked at her with a smile, not minding being teased by her at all.
Jing Li suddenly realized that such teasing was not appropriate, she suddenly suppressed a smile, pursed her lips and said, "Why are you here?"
When she said this, she subconsciously looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the hotel. It was only half past seven.
At this time on Sunday, many people are probably still lying in bed sleeping peacefully.
"Come to find you." Huo Qiran said.
The smile on Jing Li's lips paused again, and then she said: "Looking for me...what can you do?"
"Yeah." Huo Qiran responded and said, "I have a question that I asked three times but I didn't get an answer, so I think I should get the answer this time no matter what."
Hearing his answer, Jing Li was startled for a moment, then she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she stepped forward and pulled him over, saying, "Stop making trouble, I'll treat you to breakfast."
Jing Li gave up the hotel's buffet breakfast and instead took Huo Qiran into another all-day dining restaurant in the hotel.
She handed the menu to Huo Qiran and asked him to order. Huo Qiran cooperated and ordered the same set meal as hers, and then still just looked at her quietly, as if waiting for something.
Jing Li took a sip from the hot water in front of her, and then asked him again, "You can tell me now, what are you doing here? It's so early in the morning, you shouldn't have slept here last night
Bar?"
"No." Huo Qiran replied, "I slept at home last night, but I didn't sleep well. I woke up at around five o'clock in the morning. I saw that you hadn't replied to my message yet, and I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I thought, I might as well just
Come here and wait. You must have breakfast, and I should be able to get the answer whether you reply or not by then."
"Are you still making trouble?" Jing Li choked, then said, "If you don't tell me, forget it, just pretend I didn't ask, okay?"
"I'm serious." Huo Qiran said.
Jing Li choked again and raised her eyes to look at him.
"I really want to know the answer." Huo Qiran said, "I really want to know what is the relationship between Brayden and you. I want to know whether you are ordinary friends or people who are special to each other. If it is the latter, then you are ambiguous.
It is still developing; I also want to know if you like him, and if so, how much you like him, and whether you like him so much that no one else has a chance..."
As he talked, Jing Li finally seemed to realize little by little that he was not joking.
He was never one to joke about this kind of thing, she had known this for a long time.
But what she didn't know was why he wanted to know the answers to these questions.
"Are these answers important?" Jing Li said in a low voice, "If you keep asking questions like this, you are not afraid that I will misunderstand -"
"There is no misunderstanding." Huo Qiran interrupted her directly, "The reason why I want to know the answer is to know...whether I still have a chance."
Jing Li's breathing became tense little by little.
This situation was too much like a dream. Even though her thumb that almost sank into her palm clearly told her that it was not a dream, there were still too many unreasonable things in it.
She used to like him very much, like him once, again, and again...
She knows what it feels like to like someone. No matter how hard she tries, no matter how much she wants to put everything aside, as long as she still likes him, it's all in vain.
She had worked in vain for a long time.
Until now, I originally thought that time had diluted a lot of things, but after seeing him again and becoming friends with him again, that feeling of futility suddenly came back again.
Every expression and movement he made, every word he spoke, was magnified infinitely in her mind, occupying all her senses and consciousness, and lingering.
At this moment, this "amplification" was even more arrogant, forcing her into the smallest corner, leaving her unable to fight back.