After Yao Siman came back from work at the Dream House, Victor just asked her to accompany him to a restaurant near the Kyoto Hotel for dinner, and then returned to the hotel without going out again.

Today's Victor doesn't know what's wrong, he has changed from the heartless appearance of the past, he has always seemed to be a little unhappy, and he barely even spoke when they ate together.

Although Yao Siman was in a terrible mood today because of Lin Lanya's matter, when he saw Victor's obviously not quite right look, he was inevitably a little worried, so he couldn't help but ask a few words when the two walked back together.

However, Victor only smiled at her reluctantly, and said nothing.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to open his heart, Yao Siman had no choice but to give up and ask no more.

After Yao Siman returned to the hotel room, he immediately took off his disguise in front of Victor, didn't even turn on the light, and was not in the mood to take a shower and wash his hair, so he lay on the bed so decadently, staying quietly alone, and lying down until now.

She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't know how long she had been lying there.

After saying goodbye to Lu Xiaoran in the garden this afternoon, Qiuyang privately found Yao Siman again.

Only then did she know that Qiuyang had been hiding in the garden and witnessing everything about her and Lu Xiaoran.

At that time, Qiuyang blocked her way, and said with a nervous and serious face: "Yao Siman, I hope you go and make it clear to Lu Xiaoran, that you regretted it, that you didn't think it through on impulse, and that you couldn't agree to that strange request to accompany him for a week." ”

Yao Siman was already a little unhappy because of Qiu Yang's eavesdropping, and when she saw him inexplicably meddling in the matter between her and Lu Xiaoran, she only felt that she couldn't understand it at all.

Later, Qiuyang saw that Yao Siman refused to keep his distance from Lu Xiaoran, because he was worried that Wu's mother and the people of the Lu family would embarrass her and cause her to fall into a deep turmoil again, he directly told her the truth about his heroic rescue of beauty late that night, and the reason why he suddenly transferred from the experimental middle school to this middle school.

It wasn't until that moment that Yao Siman finally understood the reason why Uncle Qiu wronged her for breaking the banana leaves, and why Qiuyang always deliberately approached her at the beginning......

Although Yao Siman was shocked to the extreme the moment she learned the truth, after being surprised, she still did not shy away and insisted on her initial choice.

As for Wu Ma and Lu Zhennan's disgust with her, Yao Siman said that he could understand.

After all, Lu Xiaoran did make many crazy moves because of her......

And take 10,000 steps back, even if Lu Xiaoran didn't do those crazy things for her, she could understand that Wu Ma and Lu Zhennan hated her.

Even before she saw Murong Qianmeng's true face, she once felt that whether it was her outstanding appearance or extraordinary family background, only a girl like Murong Qianmeng was worthy of a teenager like Lu Xiaoran.

As for the matter of the two hooligans that night, when Yao Siman calmed down, he was no longer angry about it.

Anyway, they only scared her, but they didn't really do any real harm to her.

It's just that understanding is understanding, and understanding is understanding.

When Yao Siman knew these things, somehow, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Sure enough, she has always been such a not-so-likable character......

Looking at the darkness in front of her, a special sentimentality continued to spread in her heart, making her feel sad.

Yao Siman reached out and groped around the pillow a few times, took the purple wooden box, held it in his arms in a complicated mood, and subconsciously curled up a little bit.

Holding it, she seemed to have finally found a trace of strength, memories came flooding back, and all the past events were connected like scattered pearls.

It's just that the beauty in the memory has probably become cruel.

"If you have amnesia, you have complete amnesia, why do you have to remember the past......

If you don't remember Tong Minkun's words, how good it would be, then you wouldn't be heartbroken, and you could continue to like Lu Xiaoran by mistake.

And now the situation is so sad, the person I love does not love me, and the person who loves me, I am powerless to love.

Why, why ......"

In the silence of the night, the girl closed her eyes tiredly and murmured slowly, her previously beautiful voice became erratic, and her lines were pale and weak.

I don't know how long it took, just as Yao Siman's consciousness gradually became foggy and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, a mobile phone rang suddenly, interrupting her meditation and dispelling her sleepiness.

Reluctantly, she lifted her eyelids slightly, glanced at the bright mobile phone screen next to the bed, and reached out to take it.

When I looked down, it was that prank number again!

Yao Siman pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, decisively pressed the hang up button, and by the way, set the phone to silent mode, and then threw the phone on the bed.

With her current frustration, she doesn't even bother to scold!

What's annoying is that being so troubled by the mobile phone, Yao Siman's brain is a lot clearer.

Originally, I wanted to numb my heart by sleeping, but now it seems that the situation has changed a little.

Tossing and turning on the bed for a while, she lay on her side, just staring blankly in the direction of the window, not even knowing what she was thinking.

After a few minutes, she climbed out of bed without even turning on the light, stepped on the plush carpet barefoot, and swayed to the window.

Yao Siman stretched out his hand to open the layers of thick curtains, and opened the glass windows, and finally there was light in the room.

The outside world is very different from the deserted room, bustling and lively.

The main road is full of traffic, people come and go, and neon flashes on the streets, showing the appearance of the festival everywhere.

Yao Siman propped his hands on the windowsill, looking at the fireworks in the world with a sense of loss, and his heart was full of loneliness.

The colorful night soaked her eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of warm Danfeng eyes seemed to hide a layer of fog that seemed to be absent, faintly turning around.

In the midst of the bustling festival, she seems to have always stood alone and far away, watching the revelry that has nothing to do with her, but never has she been so lonely and lonely as she is now.

Looking at it, Yao Siman sighed heavily.

Then, an ethereal song slowly floated out of her throat and fell into the cold night breeze, with a bit of desolation in the beauty, mixed with deep exhaustion:

"It's dark, and the loneliness is slowly cutting

Someone's heart is starting to hurt again

Love is far away, haven't seen each other for a long time

I was able to live like this

You listen to the loneliness singing, gently and fiercely

The singing is so cruel that people can't help but burst into tears

Who said that a man must be happy?

It is as if happiness is chosen by soul winners

If you can't find it, that person won't come

Who will I be and who will be mine?

......

The grief is getting deeper, and who can help to stop it

It was so dark that it didn't look like it would get any brighter anymore

It doesn't matter if it's tomorrow or not

Just quietly, watching youth is difficult to rely on

The tears are still hot, and the tear stains are cold."