The taxi turned a corner, and the figure in the rearview mirror that was fading away finally disappeared.

Si Yan sighed and raised his hand to hold the car door: "Master, please stop." ”

"Gah?" The driver was slightly stunned, why take a taxi at such a close distance?

Of course, she can do without any explanations, and it is her freedom to get off where and when to get off, but she still explains in a low voice: "Sorry, I forgot something." ”

"Oh, then I'll take you back......" Not far anyway.

He turned his head to meet her unusually pale face and dark eyes, and sneered.

"No, I'll go down here. Siyan paid the fare and stood blankly on the bustling street.

She can't go home like this, it will freak out her parents.

But she had nowhere to go but home.

However, compared with the sadness of being homeless, the melancholy in her heart that no one can tell makes her more depressed.

From the moment he left his teammates to run to her ten years ago when he fell unexpectedly off the pitch and came to her aid, she foolishly poured all her feelings into him.

is destined to be entangled with him in this life, and he is inexplicable.

Ten years, silently hiding a person in his heart, watching from afar, rejoicing in his joy, worrying about his sorrow, hurting his parting, and hurting his ignorance......

What is it like to wander and wander like this, to hesitate and hesitate, to struggle and struggle, to want to let go, not to let go, not willing to let go, what is it like to want to love, not to love, not daring to love?

"This is my sister Qin Siyan, and this is my girlfriend, Xu Lin. ”

The short introductory words clearly defined her identity with him, and easily shattered her dreams and expectations.

The distance within reach became as wide as the Milky Way because of his words......

She has long known that this affection for Yichen is like water without a source, a ping without roots, and she will never get a response.

She had never thought of taking him for herself, but occasionally she hoped in her own selfishness—perhaps, one day, one in ten thousand chances, his gentle gaze would make a brief stop for her.

But now, the dream wakes up and my heart is broken.

Xu Lin's bright facial features, Yichen's satisfied smile, and the happiness of the two standing side by side are like a spike, quietly piercing into her heart, and her heartbeat hurts once, dense and endless.

Isn't it that if you fall in love with someone who can't hold hands in your life, her life is destined to be a story full of tears and sorrow?

The wind was blowing, and it was like a burst, and the treetops were blowing in all directions, and the ground was almost touched, and the fallen leaves danced wildly in the air, and the pedestrians all raised their collars, lowered their heads and quickened their steps, and hurried by.

There seemed to be a mess in her chest, wisps and threads, woven into a net, covering her tightly, so tight that she couldn't breathe.

Si Yan was in a trance, slowly looking at the past window by window, everyone around her was in a hurry, only she was like a ghost, not knowing where to go.

Song Min'er walked back and forth in front of the mirror, looking left and right, but when she looked back, she found Zheng Jiawen leaning on the couch of the * store with no interest, boredly flipping through a fashion magazine.

He is comparable to the standard figure of a model, with slightly evil thin lips, a narrow single phoenix eye that hangs down slightly, and that lazy and sexy sitting posture, like a noble leopard, exuding a fatal attraction.

Not only did the women in the store secretly watch, but even the pedestrians outside the store were attracted by him, wandering outside the bright glass, staring at it obsessively, and couldn't bear to leave.

Vanity and dissatisfaction grew in her heart at the same time, and Song Min'er forcibly pulled him in front of the mirror to show off her proud figure.

"Jiawen, come and help me see, which one is more beautiful?" Song Min'er leaned on him with her throat coquettish, and glared at the shameless woman outside the store without a trace.

This high-quality man has been labeled as her Song Min'er, and others don't want to get involved!

"It doesn't matter," Jiawen put his hand in his trouser pocket, his expression was impatient, but his mouth habitually said sweet love words: "You are so beautiful, you look good in anything." ”

"Jiawen~" Song Min'er became more and more proud, stomped her feet and twisted her hips, and was coquettish: "Don't, you don't have the heart to choose!"

"Really, anything. "Just two clothes, it has been rubbing for half an hour, and his patience is almost exhausted.

"People really can't make up their minds~" Song Min'er squinted at him, pursed her lips and told her distress: "The purple charm is not dignified enough, and the black wildness is not soft enough." Honey, can you help me see which one is good~"

Honey, say it quickly, buy both together!

"Do you really want me to say?" Garvin glanced at her, his eyes turning cold.

Dignified, feminine?

Even if she dies and is reincarnated again, these two words can't match her eight strokes, right?

"Hmm!" Song Min'er's eyes lit up, full of anticipation.

"Actually," Garvin took a step back, stroked his chin with his hand, and announced the answer in a serious manner, "You look best if you don't wear anything!"

"Gah?" Song Min'er was dumbfounded.

"Poof!" the clerk snickered.

"Hah!" the guest collapsed.

"Gone. Jiawen turned around and walked away.

"I hate it~" Song Min'er reacted and chased out and shouted: "Jiawen~ Wait for me!"

"Miss, you haven't paid yet~" The clerk hurriedly stopped her.

Just kidding, tens of thousands of fox fur coats, let her wear them away, who to cry with?