"I thought about it when we lived together in the mountains"

"In Paris, when I saw that Xiao Qi liked to stick to you, I also thought about it"

His voice was quiet, like a spring gurgling, burrowing into his eardrums.

At first, it was just reluctant!

"At that time, I was thinking, will there be a person like Xiao Qi around you, who admires you, worships you, and likes you"

"You're going to be lovers, you're going to walk into the auditorium..."

He listened quietly, and the scenes she had said came to his mind.

That scene is all her face!

He turned to look at her.

Whisper "What about you"

She turned her head and looked at the handsome face in front of her.

"Me?" she thought, asking if she would marry like him in the future.

She turned her head and looked at the black keys again.

It's just that I'm thinking about "maybe I won't get married"

"Don't you have someone you like," he asked.

I'm afraid that she will say yes, and I'm afraid that she will say no!

She shook her head.

He lowered his eyes, and there was disappointment in his eyes, little by little.

Turning her head to look at him, she asked, with a pair of moist eyes, with anticipation, "Do you have someone you like?"

He wanted to ask.

What is the expectation in your eyes?

Expect him to say yes or no?

But in the end, I didn't ask.

He knew what she had been through.

I don't know if she let go of that time!

He looked at her for a moment and nodded slightly.

Admit it!

Looking at the expectation in his eyes for a moment, he was rigid in it, but he was as exquisite as her at work, but he didn't understand what such rigidity represented!

Bowing her head slightly, she turned her head back and didn't look at him again.

Don't even want to ask who that person is!

There is no light on the first floor, and when you want to sleep peacefully, the two rooms separated by a wall on the second floor are still lit up, and the light shines through the window, and the two are contrasted!

Two people lie on their respective beds, silently staring at the ceiling!

All I have in my mind is the scene in the study more than an hour ago!

The slender five fingers were raised, and the light rain pressed her hand to the position of the atrium, and there was a steady beating in the palm, which was no longer like the violent beating of the study!

Turning over, she looked at the wood-grain green wall, and muttered "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Recalling what he said not long ago, the eyes that looked at the wall slowly covered with a layer of dust, covering the original