Rong Yi's voice was hoarse: "But what? ”

Chen Aiqing smiled very relievedly: "But when my right hand can return to normal life, one day I picked up the pen, and the state at that time really made me quite broken." ”

She calmly took out her right hand, and then opened her five fingers, facing Rong Yi.

"Can you believe it, it trembles, as soon as you pick up the brush, it trembles."

"Obviously, it doesn't hurt anymore, and I'm strong when I wear clothes and hold chopsticks, but when I pick up the pen, I still tremble."

"At first, I didn't think I was used to it, so I would spend an hour every day practicing holding the pen."

"But it's useless, I can't draw, and I can't go back to the original level."

"But luckily, God hasn't given up on me yet."

After saying these words, Chen Aiqing smiled again: "Look, it's the same as before again, right, I'm still that talented fairy sister!" ”

It's a long and not a good memory, but she tells it in a very relaxed tone throughout.

But in fact, in those days when he picked up the paintbrush in his right hand and trembled, every hour, every minute and every second of every day, Chen Aiqing seemed to be tormented in hell.

It's like a phoenix that has been forcibly plucked out of its brilliant and dazzling feathers.

Does it hurt?

It hurts, it hurts.

Even the kind of pain that even the flesh of the belt.

But what about the pain, she can only suffer it alone.

Because the person who once said that he would love her for the rest of his life is gone.

Have you ever complained?

To be honest, there were.

In the dead of night, she complained, hated, and cried.

But after thinking about it, he had already mentioned breaking up, and she agreed.

From the moment they nodded and said "yes", they were already the most familiar strangers. Love

Since it was a stranger, there was no reason for him to wait for her in place.

It's just that I didn't expect that after going around for so many years, it was him in the end.

But she didn't want to talk about that.

It's a bit of a miserable taste, not her fairy sister's style.

However, through the pain of the past few years, Chen Aiqing realized a fact.

Those who want to escape as much as possible in their hearts happen to be the most real things of a person.

"I'm sorry."

In the office, which had been quiet for a long time, Rong Yi's voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?"

Rong sighed heavily, and took the little girl in front of him into his arms: "I said, I'm sorry." ”

Chen Aiqing's ears leaned against his chest, and when he spoke, his strong chest cavity burst into bursts.

She tilted her head and stared at his smooth jaw line: "What are you doing, I was careless when I fell, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

In fact, she knew what he apologized for, but she just wouldn't say it.

Rong Yi didn't speak.

After a while, Chen Aiqing seemed to be aware of something: "Eh, by the way, how did you know about the injury to my right hand?" ”

Rong Yi lowered his eyes, and at the moment when he collided with her line of sight, the corners of his lips pursed unnaturally.

Chen Aiqing broke free from his arms: "Honestly, did you find someone to check on me?" ”

Rong Yi immediately denied: "No." ”

He knew that she didn't like someone secretly investigating her information, so how could he possibly do something she didn't like.

Chen Aiqing twisted his eyebrows, with an expression of disbelief: "Really? ”

Rong Yi raised his hand: "I swear I haven't investigated you." ”