The chairs on the bank of the river, Wen Xin and Bo Qing, had also sat together before, and the two would sit side by side here, watching the sunset that seemed to be far away in the sky but seemed to be close in front of them, and then held hands and went home together.

Wen Xin slowed down the speed of the car, and watched the occasional couple or two little couples holding hands in the past, just like them back then, so harmonious and beautiful.

Suddenly, Wen Xin only felt her heart skip a beat.

Not far away, Wen Xin saw a silver Asmatington, just like the one he saw on the Yinhua Tower this afternoon. Not far from the car, the back of a man about to extinguish a cigarette struck her as both strange and familiar.

If she was wrong this afternoon, then why was it so coincidental that the car was also here?

What made Wen Xin even more excited was the man who was about to get into the car after putting out the cigarette. Although she only saw a back and a side face, and it was in the night, she could recognize that the person was none other than Kindness.

This side face is Wen Xin who will not get tired of seeing it thousands of times, and this back is extremely attached to her thousands of times, so when she sees it again, how can she admit it?

Surprise and surprise surged towards Wen Xin at the same time, making her feel a little shaken. But in this moment, the person who looked like a thin man had already driven away.

Wen Xin was desperate, and immediately stepped on the accelerator to catch up, she had never felt so urgent in her heart, she must chase this person.

But I don't know if the man noticed that Wen Xin's car was chasing after him, and the speed of the car instantly increased a lot. Moreover, the man also drove to a bustling and crowded place in the city, and in the traffic jam, it was difficult for Wen Xin to catch up for a while.

In a hurry, Wen Xin kept clapping the horn with her hand, hoping that the person in front of her would turn around and look at her.

It's just that Wen Xin's move not only didn't make Asma Dington in front of him have any reaction, but it caused many strange eyes around him.

People passing by look at one sports car chasing another, and they must think that they are showing off their wealth.

Wen Xin was extremely angry, and slapped the steering wheel vigorously: "Damn Boqing, can't you turn around and look at me?"

Although it was dark now, the lights around her were bright, and Wen Xin deliberately opened the car into an open-top, and she didn't wear sunglasses or anything else that could hide her face, as long as the person in front of her could clearly see her appearance as soon as she turned around.

Even the cars on the side of the road and the cars next door have already recognized Wen Xin one after another, she doesn't believe it, and she won't recognize her in the back mirror.

In desperation, Wen Xin stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and he was obviously speeding on the city road. It's just that the man's driving skills are so warm-hearted, and she is still so far away from him that she seems to never be able to catch up.

Until finally Wen Xin desperately shouted out: "Bo Qing! I know it's you, Bo Qing, you stop ......."

Now Wen Xin looks like a crazy person no matter how others look at him, but what does it matter? As long as he can see Bo Qing, Wen Xin can do whatever he wants.

But in fact, what Wen Xin didn't expect again was that the car in front of it suddenly accelerated rapidly and made a smooth turn, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

One by one, the parked cars drove down the other road, separating her from the silver sports car, as if there was something between them.

Looking around, Wen Xin never saw the silver Asma Dington again.

"Shit! Wen Xinmeng slapped the steering wheel with one hand, and then grabbed a handful of his hair, and leaned on the steering wheel with his head down, and the whole person was trembling with anger.

It's obviously close at hand, it's only a little bit away, why can't she touch it. It's been seven years, Bo Qing, is the fate between me and you just coming to an end? I want to cry, but I find that the tears can't flow anymore.