When I walked out of the coffee shop, the sun was still shining, shining on the leaves of the French plane trees on the side of the road, and the dappled light shone on my face through the gaps in the leaves, and my eyes were slightly stinging after a long time.

Tang Fei was right, she could help him, and I couldn't do anything. I thought that as long as I loved him, he loved me, and that was enough. But now, I only feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Looking at the streets full of cars, I suddenly felt a little tired.

I turned on my phone, found his WeChat, typed a line, wanted to ask him what he was doing, looked at the send button for a while, and finally deleted all the words.

In the evening, when the orange-red glow fell, the lead-gray sky gradually darkened. I was standing on the balcony, and the weather was a little cooler after dark, and the wind was a little cold on my face. On the way back, I bought a cup of bubble tea, the ice cubes had already melted in the light brown milk tea, and there were condensed water droplets on the walls of the plastic cup, and the heavy water droplets slid into my palm as if they couldn't hang up, and the wind blew, which was very cold. I took a sip, and the sweet and smooth milk tea flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, cold and cold. Xiaowan said that there is nothing that cannot be solved by a cup of milk tea, if there is, then two cups. So that in the past, if there was anything sad, I would feel better after drinking a cup of milk tea, but now it seems to be invalid, and I am still sad after drinking milk tea.

I flipped out his WeChat again and swiped the previous chat history. We didn't have many conversations, just simple greetings and a few words of longing. He is not used to sending WeChat, and most of the time he calls directly. Rao is like this, I still read them one by one seriously, and the more I look at them, the more sad I feel.

Looking at the dark night, I sighed inwardly.

Before falling asleep, I looked at my phone lying quietly on the table for a while, and finally turned off the bedside lamp. He didn't call or send WeChat today. Somehow, I didn't want to take the initiative to contact him, and I admit that Tang Fei's words still had an impact on me. I knew what she meant, but I couldn't convince myself not to think about it.

I thought about it all night, and I didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night, and the next day my biological clock was working as usual, and two dark circles hung under my nose without accident, and my eyes silently accused me of mistreating it.

The weather is getting hotter, and the morning sun is swaying freely as if it were not money, and my eyes are sore and stinging. I looked at the phone lying quietly again, still unconscious. I rubbed my eyelids, which were slightly swollen due to lack of sleep, and my shoulders, which were a little paralyzed by the movement. Raising his head, he took a deep breath in the bright sunshine and suppressed his impetuous emotions. I remember that I haven't bought a book in a while, and I just don't have anything to do today, so why don't I go to the bookstore.

After breakfast, I went out with a white canvas shopping bag. There are no people in the bookstore, and the soft music slowly surrounds the store, which makes people feel calm.

Keigo Higashino's new suspense mystery novel was placed at the top of the pile in the middle, and I picked up the sample book from Kaifeng and flipped through it, and I was immediately attracted and read it intently.

"Miss Xia?" Just as I saw the chapter where the suspect was about to be revealed, someone suddenly called out next to me.

I instinctively looked up, uh, what a coincidence.