The man in front of him still seemed to be so handsome and beautiful, and his dark eyes looked at Xiang Qing gently, making her heart hurt fiercely.

Perhaps, Mo Zixuan didn't know from beginning to end, he didn't know that in that winter day when the same snow was deep in the snow, he had already liked him.

But it's good not to know, for it will be a secret and never be revealed.

"Give it to me?" A faint smile appeared on Xiang Qing's pale little face, her slightly reddened eyes quietly looked at the gray and elegant man in front of her, and stretched out her hand, so indifferent.

It's as if nothing had happened.

Yes, in fact, nothing happened, he is still the noble rich kid, and he is still the inconspicuous ordinary grass.

"Hmm......" Looking at Xiang Qing's almost calm and somewhat terrifying little face, Mo Zixuan's handsome eyebrows tilted, and he was surprised without a trace, and his big white hand handed a few books to Xiang Qing's hand and looked away.

For Xiang Qing, a girl with clear soup and noodles, why does he always have no way to deal with it indifferently, he doesn't understand whether his self-control is really so poor.

As a result, Mo Zixuan handed over the book, Xiang Qing pretended that nothing had happened, even though there was already a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, she still raised the corners of her mouth and maintained a faint smile.

She knew that maybe her face was as pale as a ghost, and she knew that the arrogant man in front of her might not notice her at all, but she still stubbornly didn't want him to see her ugliest appearance.

Lowering her head, Xiang Qing's slightly cool fingers clicked the mouse one by one, scanned the code on the book, frowned slightly, opened her mouth, and raised her head.

"Your book is overdue, and you need to pay the arrears."

"Really?" The short black hair seemed to be longer, Mo Zixuan's fingers were elegantly arranged, and he bent down, his black pupils glanced at the computer screen casually.

What was reflected on it was Xiang Qing's pale little face, and he looked at her, and the big hand in his pocket clenched involuntarily.

Even now, Mo Zixuan is still reluctant to admit that the seemingly ordinary girl in front of him seems to have a different meaning to herself.

It's friendship, as if it's not enough, it's love, it seems to be a little more lifted, his gaze gradually moved up, he looked at her pointed chin, and the unpainted plain face looked even more attractive.

"Classmate, do you have any questions?" The boy holding two cups of red date milk tea walked over, he looked at the handsome man in front of him, who was much taller than himself, and couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Oh, my books seem to be in arrears." Mo Zixuan came back to his senses, slowly straightened up, and looked sideways at the boy with a puzzled face on his face.

"Ah, it's Senior Mo." There was a look of admiration in his eyes, Mo Zixuan was really a man of the year in this nationally famous institution of higher learning.

In addition to his handsome appearance and proud family background, what is even more impressive is his elegant temperament and the aura that can make people bow down even if he doesn't say anything.

"Hmm." Smiling indifferently, Mo Zixuan turned his head to look at Xiang Qing who lowered his head, and then focused his gaze on the steaming milk tea in the boy's hand, his gaze was a little deep.

Originally......

"Don't bother, I'll go to the first floor to make up for the arrears later." I couldn't tell what mood he was in at the moment, Mo Zixuan glanced at the two of them meaningfully, put on a signature smile, turned around and walked out elegantly.

"Xiang Qing Xiang Qing, give!"

"Huh?"

Xiang Qing raised her head, her red, swollen and sour eyes blinked, a little lost, and a little relieved.

"Give you milk tea."

"Huh?" Only then did she realize that the boy in front of her had two cups of hot milk tea in his hands, and the aroma was overflowing, which made the corners of Xiang Qing's mouth bend and pull out a smile.

"You're welcome......"

"Good ......"

took the milk tea, Xiang Qing stared straight at the computer screen, the fair-skinned and handsome electronic certificate, couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and looked out the window again, it was already goose feathers and heavy snow outside.

Of course, this is also the last snow of the winter......

After this most difficult season, spring is coming......

Outside, it can be called a white world, goose feathers and snow in the wind and waste indiscriminately, like scattered white plum blossoms, people can't help but stop and enjoy.

The white leather boots stepped on the thin white snow one by one, leaving clear footprints, Mo Zixuan raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and the corners of his mouth curled.

Looking at the red marks on the palm of his hand, his cold thin lips swayed a self-deprecating wry smile, and his eyes became increasingly melancholy as he looked at the snow-covered building......

"Am I jealous?"

But why should he feel sad, why should he feel uncomfortable, what are he and her, what are they?

For that simple Xiang Qing, how should he face it, those few days of contact were not long, but he gradually lost something, and he was at a loss.

No, perhaps, that feeling has long been buried in the bottom of my heart, but quietly, sprouted, if it is forcibly pulled out, will it be bloody?

The black mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly, Mo Zixuan's big white hand took it out, looking at the series of numbers that kept flashing on the screen, he couldn't help frowning lightly, and he was a little impatient.

Dating Guo Sirou is just a show, those old people are willing to watch it, so he pushes the boat and plays a good show with her.

said that it was good to get together and disperse, how did you find that things were a little beyond your expectations?

Guo Sirou, a well-known justice in City A, the daughter of Guo Zhong, she also came to the last birthday party, it seems that her grandfather likes her very much, and he understands what she means openly and secretly.

However, it is just a play to say that it is good, it seems that Guo Sirou, the woman who has been arrogant since childhood, still refuses to give up, even if he has already said that it doesn't matter if the play is over.

Pressing the shutdown button, Mo Zixuan's long figure was gradually covered by the snow-white world, hidden in a pure white.

…… Dividing line ......

"Xiang Qing, how are you doing?" Shen Xiaoxiao's cordial voice came from the phone.

"Me, good." Packing up the clothes that had just been washed, Xiang Qing glanced at Satomi who was asleep, carefully closed the door, and stood in the corridor.

The cold breath seemed to have faded, and the transparent windows in the corridor that had been restrained all winter began to be opened, and the fresh and warm air poured in from the outside.

Xiang Qing strolled to the bedside, and in the dazzling sunlight, a faint halo floated at the corner of her mouth, staring at the two willow trees that had sprouted at the door of the dormitory downstairs.

Is spring coming?

"How are you?"

"I, hmph," said this, Xiang Qing could hear a strong sense of happiness in her slightly disgusted tone, after all, she still liked her current boyfriend.

It seems that everyone is in love and enthusiastic.

As for himself, it is still a calm pool of water, occasionally because of the cold and distant man who ripples slightly, and then, it quietly calms down.

Mo Zixuan, he should be very good now, about a month ago, I couldn't see him, I heard that he went to his family's company for an internship.

That's right, senior, yes.

But even if he is there, they will not meet, Mo Zixuan will never stop for himself when he sees himself, every time, he just smiles at himself politely.

That look is so gentle, but it's really hurtful!

But what does it matter? The heart is no longer so easy to tremble, and Xiang Qing finally understands why he can face that pride of the sky so calmly.

Because, in her heart, she has never regarded him as the same person, even if there has been a throbbing in her heart, there has never been a trace of hope, at least, since the last time he said goodbye, that's it.

Mo Zixuan, if you can, please don't provoke me again......

"Well, that's it, bye-bye......"

Looking at the terrible call time on the phone, Xiang Qing pursed his mouth, and felt a pain for Shen Xiaoxiao, international roaming, it's really ......

At night, when Xiang Qing was lying on the bed, boringly dialing her mobile phone, suddenly, the screen began to flicker, she looked at the familiar phone number, and her heart twitched uncontrollably.

That is, the phone number that Mo Zixuan texted herself last time, she knew that this was not Mo Zixuan's mobile phone number, from beginning to end, she was just a passerby of his.

With some shaky fingers, he pressed the shutdown button, Xiang Qing threw it aside, picked up the English level 4 next to him and looked at it.

I'm ashamed to say that it's already a junior, but Xiang Qing's English level 4 has never passed, and last time, she lost by one point, which really made her feel endless frustration.

Thinking about it, it seems that I really don't grow much, and the people around me are so good, and I ......

Looking at the whitish wall, her thin fingers touched it gently, and she immediately withdrew her hand before she was about to write down the three beautiful characters.

What's wrong with you? Still can't let him go?

But......

The eyes are a little sour, Xiang Qing, Xiang Qing, why are you sad because of him, what is your relationship? From the beginning to the end, you couldn't get close.

When Xiang Qing was lying in the dormitory and crying with self-pity, Mo Zixuan at that time sat quietly in the financial room of the headquarters of the Mo Group, looking at the report in his hand in a daze......

"Zixuan, are you stunned?"

"Oh, no." Mo Zixuan smiled, staring at the dense report with his good-looking eyes, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he turned to the small screen mobile phone on the side, with some regret in his eyes, mixed with loss.

What's going on with you? Why can't you help but dial that number, why, when you just worked, you thought about that poor but stubborn little face?

Obviously she is not a beauty, why, but he always remembers her in his heart, and there is no way to forget it?

They, no, can't, can they?