Jiang Zijin sat on the bed, his long hair scattered. The sunlight outside the car was shining straight on him, lining the man's fair skin as if it were transparent and glowing.

His appearance is a little weak, and with a gentle expression, he is like a silk flower in a valley, and the weakness makes people want to hold it in the palm of his hand to care.

Zijin stared at the girl who was squatting at her feet and was helping herself with a leg massage.

His gaze is quiet and affectionate.

Ever since he regained his sight, he had always quietly looked at her while she wasn't looking, as he was now.

Every time I look at it, I have a secret joy in my heart.

He often wondered if they had met at a different time, not in the city, not in the city, not when the truth was not clear, maybe they would not have become the way they are now.

When he was blind, the cold snow and wind knife, in the most helpless time, she brought him a warmth, this warmth is very precious.

However, at that time, he thought she was a maid, thought she was the source of hatred in the family, and there were many things related to her, even if he was tempted, even if he liked it, he could only curb this budding emotion.

He did it wrong.

He thought that if he met her later, after knowing that she was not Yaya, and knowing that Yaya's past actions had all the other hidden secrets, he would definitely be able to invest in his feelings without hesitation when he met her like this again.

However, the saddest thing in the world is that there is no if.

Those assumptions did not exist, and the only thing he could be sure of was that whenever and wherever he met her, he would be in love with her.

It's easy to like her, to fall in love with her.

They just met too early, and the inopportune timing caused regret in their hearts.

However, he also knows better that the road is under his feet, everything is his choice, it was he who gave up rashly, and it was he who regarded this feeling as a quagmire.

He didn't want to fall deeper and deeper, and he didn't want her to fall deeper and deeper, this was what he thought at the time.

But no matter what, it was his own decision.

He has no right to complain.

In this family, anyone can be bold in their pursuits, anyone can reproach her for her sluggishness, her fear of being emotionally invested, her conservatism, her so-called proportion, and the sense of distance she maintains.

He alone can't.

Because in the beginning, it was he who gave up first, and if he didn't give up, probably, the two of them were already together.

……

Jiang Zijin thought of those past events, and his heart was astringent.

The man's thick and curly long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, and his eyebrows twitched, and a melancholy suddenly rose.

Qi Suya helped him massage his strained leg, and she inadvertently saw the expression on his face.

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes.

Maybe people are like this, they are forced to interrupt during the most emotional time period, and they have to leave some regrets.

However, she also knew in her heart that even if Jiang Zijin did not regress at the beginning, the relationship between them would stop at ambiguity at most.

She's a coward.

Emotionally, she has always been timid and reserved.

Because she knew that she was a scumbag, in her previous life, the blood flowing in her body reminded her all the time that she was not a dedicated person.

It's not that she hasn't met a boy who has never met Xinyi, but for those people, like Zijin, she stops at appreciating and a faint liking.

There is a bottleneck in her relationship, and she can't pay anything other than good feelings.

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