It only takes a few seconds to confess, but waiting can become the most abrasive poison in the world.

After Qiao Shiyu shouted out her heart for many years, for a long time, she only heard her own rumbling heartbeat.

In the already limited space, Qiu Yichen's quietness made Qiao Shiyu feel even more uncomfortable.

Waiting for Qiu Yichen's response in a thunderous beat, Qiao Shiyu suddenly regretted a little, when her mind was hot, what she should say and what she shouldn't say were all poured beans, and she spoke to Qiu Yichen.

If she just hid her feelings for Qiu Yichen like before, the relationship between them might not be as awkward as it is now.

However, he was gritting his teeth in his seat, and was about to pretend that nothing had happened, when he heard Qiu Yichen speak, and said to her in a calm tone:

"Shiyu, thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, I can't accept your feelings. ”

Answering without a trace of hesitation, Qiu Yichen's firmness made Qiao Shiyu suddenly have nothing to say.

Over the years, Qiu Yichen has maintained a distance from Qiao Shiyu as an ordinary friend, and he only has etiquette respect for Qiao Shiyu, but he has not exceeded the polite friendship at all.

If some words are not clarified, the two of them may be able to be friends as before, if they are separated immediately, they will be friends peacefully.

But what has been said is good luck running out.

Qiao Shiyu knew that from the moment she spoke, the relationship between the two people had begun to become different.

"Why?"

When she was buried in the snow cave in Xicheng a few days ago, Qiao Shiyu had seriously thought that if she saw Qiu Yichen again, she would definitely not let go of him easily, and would desperately hold him tightly.

thought that even if he hesitated, she would have a glimmer of hope and a chance to fight with him.

But Qiu Yichen's determination was like a wall of ice, silently blocking all her expectations.

Qiao Shi didn't understand, but more than ever, he wanted to get an answer.

"Poetry, you don't understand. ”

Pushing the car door, before the words were finished, Qiu Yichen took the initiative to get out of the car.

As if he wanted to take some breath, Qiu Yichen paced and walked in the direction of the garden near Qiao Shiyu's house.

Feeling the footsteps of the people behind him, the color in Qiu Yichen's eyes darkened, and he was silent for a while before he spoke again:

"I am not Qiu Yifeng's biological son, Qiu Yifeng is actually my adoptive father, and I am just an orphan. ”

It seems that there are so many things to say, but I don't know where to start.

After a long time, Qiu Yichen lowered his eyes and said: "And the background and status of your Qiao family will never agree that you have too close contacts with people like me." ”

Listening to Qiu Yichen's words, Qiao Shiyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

I never thought that Qiu Yichen would confess such a thing to her, and after being silent for a while, Qiao Shiyu said in a low voice:

"It doesn't matter, our family doesn't care about these statuses and family backgrounds. I'm with you, it's just about the two of us, and it's not about my parents, or the rest of the family. As long as you're willing to stay with me, you don't have to care what they think. Moreover, they have known you for so long and have always liked you. What's more, if you don't say anything about Uncle Qiu, I won't say it, and they won't know about it at all, so you don't have to worry, huh?"