"So you mean I've been wrong all along?"

"It was me who was wrong!"

"It turns out that we are really not the same kind of people! I'm sorry I've bothered you for so long. ”

With that, he left under my watch. At that time, I only felt so sad that I forgot to look at his expression.

There's no room for recovery anyway, so be it, I'm tired too.

The plot is like falling asleep quietly at dusk, only to wake up and completely forget what you fell asleep for.

It's just that after returning home in despair, Xiao Yue greeted the stall with a smile and stole away from her arms without leaving a trace.

Because what I need at this moment is to think, not something that will interrupt my emotions.

Of course, I don't have anything to take seriously.

The quarrel with Qian Mao is always unsuspenseful every once in a while, and there are a lot of unpleasant words. The distance between the two seems to have reached the point where they are not afraid of the other party's hand and leave.

So how could I have thought that he would one day say sorry with a bitter face in addition to stalking.

Those words sound to me that I am not afraid of threats, otherwise how could I be so fearless, after all, I am not your favorite.

Obviously, at this time, I was completely unaware that something between me and him was gradually dying.

In the end, what I had feared from the beginning came true in self-paralysis, and it seems that everything is not unreasonable.

For dinner, due to Jiang Zeyi's strike, we had to eat outside, and he was the one who paid for the dinner, so I was quite happy.

Originally, I was going to find a random shop to solve the problem of food and clothing, but Xiao Yue, who has always been able to use it as a mantra, has to go to a Japanese restaurant to eat.

Actually, I don't like to eat those raw things, but seeing that Satsuki was rarely interested, I smiled and nodded in agreement.

Halfway through eating, my stomach was upset, so I hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, the plain face in the mirror looked really unhappy.

It turned out that I was more than I imagined, and Qian Mao left my back in the daytime.

When I returned to the small Japanese-style room, Jiang Ze and Xiao Yue were chatting and laughing, and to be honest, I rarely saw Xiao Yue laughing so happily in front of anyone other than me.

In middle school, I was always worried that she would have autism, and it seems that because of Jiang Zeyi's relationship, I seem to have less trouble.

Xiao Yue's expression beckoned to me with a hint of surprise, "Sister, why are you standing stupidly?" ”

I nodded abruptly, "Seeing that you guys are chatting so happily, I can't bear to disturb you." ”

Satsuki smiled absurdly, "Hey, what are you talking about, how could you be bothered." ”

Jiang Ze also echoed, "Yes, come over quickly." ”

When I sat down again, I didn't say a word, propped my head on the back of my hand, and listened intently to what they were saying.

I said that they were very worthy before, and I was a little more firm unintentionally.

Thinking about the fact that I can meet a perfect person in all aspects of my life, it is really rare, since Xiaoyue has met it, then I, who is a sister, sabotaged it in the name of being good for her, and I don't know if it is right or wrong, after all, I have never asked her what she thinks, and I think about her from her own point of view.

I may be wrong, not necessarily.

After leaving the restaurant and waiting on the side of the road to pick up the car, Xiao Yue and Jiang Zeyi, I took advantage of the gap and looked at the street lights on the opposite side of the road in a daze.

Suddenly, what was in front of me became a beautifully decorated building, and as soon as I looked up, the sky began to drizzle, and I took refuge in the big tree on the side of the road, and subconsciously covered my head with my hands.

The pedestrian's steps began to become rapid, and I felt a little redundant, so I lowered my hand.

Looking ahead, the gaze suddenly jumped into a figure that had turned from familiar to unfamiliar, and his steps were so eager to get out of the uncertain weather that he was completely oblivious to my presence.

And I may not be a coward, strode out under the tree, and immediately ushered in the baptism of rain, and I shouted desperately at the back of the man running: "Wen Zisen! "Calls with all kinds of emotions like countless behind him.

In the blurred vision, the man finally stopped his steps in confusion, and then turned back to look at me in slow motion, only a few seconds, I almost walked over with my standing footsteps, but his gaze wandered around indifferently, without the slightest intention to stop on my face, and then the strange and distressed eyes turned away almost without hesitation because they did not find the ideal goal.

I crouched down and took a deep breath.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm not angry. Why did you allow yourself to be stupid like that in the first place?

This book was first published in Reading Books