- All of the above is nonsense.

Because her mind had already drifted to Ming Yuyan's body.

He's ...... these days. What have you done?

Without his news, life seems to be missing a corner, I thought it was a cold war of mutual anger, but Yi Shihan's words seemed to sound the alarm bell for her-

Yes, she had seen so much of that boy's affectionate appearance that she almost forgot what a proud and wanton person he used to be.

The last self-study class was spent in Bu Yanxi's cranky thoughts, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, she hurriedly picked up her schoolbag and prepared to find Ming Yuyan.

Perhaps the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and she almost fell down the stairs.

Holding on to the railing in fright, her heart almost jumped to her throat, she subconsciously slowed down, and when she walked out of the school building, she saw a certain back walking in the palm lane. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, and the shadow fell obliquely, and he walked slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

The back was tall and clear, and at a certain moment, Bu Yanxi almost recognized him as Ming Yuyan, but soon, she found that she was dazzled, but her heartbeat could not be calmed down for a long time after being stimulated twice in a row, she lowered her head, she didn't know what magic barrier she had entered, and she actually had a desire to look at the past, but she didn't dare to look at the past.

Rong Sang's figure disappeared after only a moment, and she sent a message to Ming Yuyan while taking a taxi to his school.

At the end of school, Bu Yanxi stood on the side of the road and looked at the crowded school gate, looking down at the mobile phone from time to time, but he never saw the boy's figure, nor did he keep his reply.

Her nose suddenly became a little pantothenic, and she always felt that she was running all the way to touch the dust, and she was completely looking for guilt.

The last rays of the sunset on the horizon are gone.

She looked out in the cold wind for a few more moments, and then left.

On the taxi back, she deleted and posted herself, and sent a sentence that had been brewing for a long time, and then looked at the sky that was gradually returning to darkness, and her mood gradually sank.

She suddenly felt that the people she had met by fate before would disappear without a trace one day.

Repeatedly and slowly going through the past records that I had sent him these days, long or short paragraphs, I never got a word of reply.

- At least you tell me if you still like me or not?

She looked at the last sentence for a while, turned the QQ notification to the most striking sound effect, then pressed the screen and looked out at the blurred light and shadow outside the glass window.

Suddenly she felt like crying.

Bu Yanxi originally thought that she would wait for his reply restlessly like before, but during the long wait, she unexpectedly slept a dreamless sleep.

Then she slowly discovered that it was easy to adapt to this unresponsive loneliness.

The night before the equestrian competition, she saw Ming Yuyan sharing a photo in the space, a bowl of cheese rice cakes, two pairs of chopsticks, and the accompanying text was only three words: It's too difficult.

There are more than 30 likes at the bottom, and a few comments, one of which is very eye-catching, writing: Yo, eat rice cakes with your sister-in-law?

She glanced at the commentator, it was Yang Wenjing.

There was a long-lost feeling of discomfort in her heart, which rushed straight to her head, and her cheeks were shockingly hot, but her face was pale. A sense of shame of being betrayed and trampled on her self-esteem made her brain go blank for a moment, and her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, but she calmly put it down and took off the necklace around her neck.