This photo was taken abroad, and it should have been taken when the two of them went to watch the Brazilian team match together. There was an unusually lively crowd in the background, but none of them could compare to the smiles of the two people in front of her, which made Leng Yurou's heart ache even more.

It's just the past, it's just his past...... Leng Yurou, you didn't have time to participate in Long Moxuan's past, you can't go back to his eighteen years old, so there is no need to panic or be jealous......

Although he comforted himself in this way, his heart sank more and more endlessly. Leng Yurou's index finger trembled, and she continued to look down.

The famous Eiffel Tower is a night view, brightly lit, but still brilliant as the couple hugging and smiling.

Long Moxuan's big hand intimately hugged the girl's waist, such an affectionate action, the tacit understanding and affection between the two eyebrows, anyone who saw it would be blessed.

Leng Yurou sniffed and whispered hatefully: "Long Moxuan, you won!" Hmph, you have taken her to so many places, but those are also the places I yearn for......"

Further down the photo, there are still photos of them hugging or kissing. It's just that the backgrounds are different, some are at the foot of Mount Fuji in Japan, some are in the bustling streets of South Korea, and some are in the bustling shopping malls of New York. The more Leng Yurou looks, the more sour his heart becomes. Finally, she didn't hold back, and the crystal tears "clicked" and fell on the album.

Leng Yurou hurriedly wiped it with her hands, but the more she wiped it, the more blurred the plastic seal became. Leng Yurou was stunned for a while, carefully wiped away her tears with a tissue, and then raised her head and looked out the window.

Leng Yurou, you're still ...... Too fragile, not strong enough!

She originally thought that those photos that only belonged to the past, she just flipped through them casually, she just wanted to know more about Long Moxuan's teenager, and more about Long Moxuan that she had never seen. However, seeing these photos, her heart still hurts irrepressibly.

It's irrational, it's willful, it's vexatious, isn't it?

After all, those photos that belong to the past have been dusted. And myself,And between Fang Haojie,Didn't you have such a beautiful and affectionate time?It's just,All the photos and letters between her and Fang Haojie,All the tokens were put into the fire by her own hands,Burned clean。

So, Long Moxuan still keeps these photos and puts them next to his bedside table, does it mean that he still often turns them out to look at them? Does it mean that in his heart, he has not really forgotten the girl in the photo?

His heart, isn't it, still stuck in the girl in the photo......

His love, isn't it, has already been given to that girl......

And himself, how much heart can Long Moxuan have left for himself? What he said, his love for himself, is it true or false?

Long Moxuan...... Have you forgotten her?

Do you ...... Are you just using me to forget her? Or are you never going to forget her and still love her?

As soon as she thought of this, Leng Yurou felt like a stone in her chest, and it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

She slowly got up and landed, got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked out the window downstairs, the autumn afternoon sun, quietly sprinkled in the garden. Under the acacia tree not far away, there seemed to be the shadow of Long Moxuan.

Leng Yurou took a deep breath, wiped the tears on her face, and said to herself, Leng Yurou, go out for a walk. You need to be sober and not fall into self-pity for no reason just because you look at these photos. What is the difference between such a you and Lin Daiyu, who has nothing to do and hurts, that you despise?

Leng Yurou got up and put on her clothes, although one leg was very inflexible, she just wanted to escape from Long Moxuan's room at the moment. She held on to the handrail and slowly walked down the stairs.

Arnold saw her and hurriedly said with concern: "Miss Leng, your foot is injured, why did you get up?"

Leng Yurou smiled at her reluctantly, and said lightly: "I'm a little bored and want to go to the garden for a walk." ”

"Then I'll help you go, your foot injury will be more serious like this......"

"It doesn't matter, I'm not that delicate, I want to be alone for a while!" Leng Yurou smiled slightly and said lightly, but with an undoubted taste.

Arnold was stunned for a moment, so he had to smile and watch her walk out of the villa, and told her from behind: "Miss Leng, you have to slow down, call if you have something, we will go to find you!"

Leng Yurou waved her hand behind her and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

Leng Yurou endured the sharp pain under her feet, and walked carefully all the way to the garden. When I walked to the bench, I was already tired and sweating. I wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but I suddenly looked up, but I saw the acacia tree.

By the way, she remembered that Long Moxuan had been standing here for a long time, what were Long Moxuan and Lin Jianhua doing under that tree?

Driven by curiosity, Leng Yurou limped towards the acacia tree.

She walked around the acacia tree where the two of them were hugging, and found nothing. Smiled slightly and looked up at the sky. There was a blue sky and white clouds between the leaves, and she shouldn't have been full of sorrow in such a pleasant weather. Are you too sensitive?

Leng Yurou laughed at her own gains and losses. Once you fall in love with someone, you always lose yourself so easily, you are happy because of a little thing, and you are easy to be sad because of a little thing.

Although it is good to be in love, it is easy to control emotions like this...... It's really annoying.

Leng Yurou smiled bitterly, she liked Long Moxuan, but she didn't like herself like this. In the past, the cold rain was soft, no matter what happened, his heart would be as light as water, not sad or happy, it would be good to be like that.

Leng Yurou smiled and turned around to leave.

But the corner of his eye slanted upward, but he aimed at the line of handwriting carved by Long Moxuan, the pen was clear and strong, and the handwriting was like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing:

Long Moxuan always loves Ling Xuewei

Long Moxuan...... Forever Love...... Ling Xuewei...... Is it?

When Leng Yurou saw this sentence, the heart that had just decided to be happy with things and not sad for herself was instantly left behind. She stared blankly at the lines, over and over again, and although she was in the warm autumn afternoon sun, she felt colder and colder, as if even the air was a little thinner......

Long Moxuan......

…… Forever Love......

…… Ling Xuewei...... This......

Hehe...... Leng Yurou smiled bitterly. What is this? She was about to leave and didn't want to see it anymore, but she still accidentally saw this line, is this the so-called providence?

Mo Xuan, this line of words is engraved so hard, it can be seen how true your heart was for her at the beginning. And you hugged this tree yesterday in a daze, were you thinking about her......? Yesterday, I saw him smiling stupidly at this tree, it turned out to be because of the woman named Ling Xuewei. And he thinks self-righteously......

Ling Xuewei...... Is that the girl with bright eyes and bright teeth and a smile like a flower in the photo?

She and you, really a talented woman, a natural pair.

It's just that...... Since you will always love her,So now,Where is she?Why did you break up?Get it,Is it as dramatic and bloody as me and Fang Haojie?

Leng Yurou hugged herself with her arms, leaned against the tree, looked up at the sky, and tried not to let herself cry.