At five o'clock in the afternoon, the last time she checked in, Ling Dudie changed out of her work clothes, finished the day's work in the store, rubbed her shoulders and went out of the mall, only to find that the sky was not beautiful, and it was drizzling, and it didn't hurt or itch on her face, so she walked leisurely in the rain.

Once remembered that there was such a person who was willing to hold his hand, not caring about the wind and rain, only the purest laughter.

It's just that now, there will never be any more, only the dirty self remains.

The phone vibrated for a moment, it was Ling Xiao, and she was also a message from her actual brother.

It's just that he never thinks of her as a sister, and thinking of this, Ling Dudie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the special box in the authentic French restaurant JeanGeorges, there was a thin woman with long hair over her shoulders, melon seed face, wearing a long white dress, and her eyebrows were crooked when she smiled. Over here! ”

Ling Dudie brushed her soaked bangs and smiled lightly, "Sister Jingrou." ”

The waiter next to her pulled out the chair for her and poured a glass of fruit brandy by the way.

"Warm up with some wine." Mu Jingrou said softly on the other side, with a warm smile on her face.

"Hmm." Ling Dudie froze for a moment, then nodded, lowered her head and only tasted it lightly before putting it aside.

Mu Jingrou didn't mind, but said to Ling Dudie with some apologies: "I actually told Xiao not to come, as if I was a child, I can't do it without anyone around, cough cough cough." Even though he said this, he couldn't help coughing a few times at the end.

Like many times before, Ling Xiao would call his sister to accompany him when he was busy, as if he had become some kind of duty for him.

The sorrow in Mu Jingrou's thoughts is all on the tip of her eyebrows, because she has had lung disease since she was a child, and she can't stand the slightest bit of wind and cold, so her marriage ceremony with Ling Xiao has been delayed again and again, Mu Jingrou is a simple person, and loving someone is consistent, so even if she is not in good health, she has come to Ling Xiao several times against the wind and rain, and she has simply been paying.

So it is precisely because she is facing such Mu Jingrou that Ling Dudie often feels guilty.

"Isn't your body getting better?" Ling Dudie frowned with some concern.

"It's always been like this, don't worry, it's you, you should be the most like a child, why do you always have a little face?" Mu Jingrou glared at Ling Dui Butterfly dissatisfiedly.

Ling Dudie didn't speak, and pulled the corners of her mouth, which was not a smile at all.

Mu Jingrou's topic is inseparable from Ling Xiao, the rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the sound of rain can't stop, the darkness spreads in the sky and the earth, and time flows unconsciously.

"Xiao-" Mu Jingrou's eyes suddenly brightened, and she couldn't hide her excitement and shouted loudly.