Lan Qingchuan was surprised to hear this, and such a direct tone made her stunned for a moment. She looked up at the silent girl, she took the tissue, held it in her hand, and chose the nearest seat to sit.

"I like him very much, I like it at first glance. I don't know why, but when we first met, I made up my mind to be his wife. The girl choked up, a little out of breath, and she asked, "Am I thinking too simply, he doesn't like me, he likes you and I can see at a glance." ”

Lan Qingchuan was silent, standing beside her, listening to this girl's unspeakable thoughts hidden deep in her heart.

"You don't know that during the last event in the courtyard, I followed you and secretly watched him. I've never seen him smile so happily at anyone. The girl cried again, and the latter sentence was too soft, and Lan Qingchuan didn't hear it clearly, "...... Like a thief, I peeked at him many times, and my heart was very empty, and my heart was extremely happy. ”

What can Lan Qingchuan say, it's not anyone's fault, it's just that he loves it in his heart, and he only hates the deep and shallow fate.

The girl was still crying, low, depressed, like rain in the night. Lan Qingchuan didn't know how to comfort her, she was cold when she heard such a cry. This is a young but extraordinarily pale girl, like a fragile white paper at the moment, the whole person is hidden in a wide dress, as if she is a person who has been trapped.

The corners of her eyes were already a little red and swollen from crying, today is Zhou Luzhi's celebration, it is not a way to let her cry, there are so many people outside. She was still young, and it was clear that she had a heart problem in this matter. Zhou Luzhi is right, under the protection of her parents, she lives too pure and simple, has no courage to face all the failures in the world, and is still a pure white child curled up in a greenhouse. Once there is a blow, she will be in pain.

Lan Qingchuan knew very well that she couldn't untie the knot in her heart, and hoped that time would dilute this stubbornness.

"Don't cry," she said, with a quiet voice, just a sigh. In the room of the two people, Zhou Xueying heard it and looked up at her. She is very familiar with such sighs, and Zhou Luzhi also has such sighs in her eyes, including her own parents.

She also knew in her heart that she was too willful about cutting her wrists and committing suicide, she was just too sad, trying to escape in this way, and with some luck to force the young man to agree to the marriage. She had done something wrong, but she didn't know what to do right, and by doing so, he hated her even more.

She grabbed her hair like a breakdown and began to murmur incoherently, "Why is this happening, you can't die if you just cut your wrists, so what can I do to make it less uncomfortable." ”

Lan Qingchuan was shocked by her words, a girl who was only seventeen years old easily talked about death, she had not experienced anything too painful, in her opinion, just losing the person she liked was far from death.

She tried her best to appease her despair, Zhou Xueying calmed down a little, and her expression was a little stunned. Lan Qingchuan wiped away the intricate tears on her face, and said softly, "It's so simple to like one person, and liking is a matter of two people." Zhou Xueying didn't react, and squeezed the crumpled tissue in her hand tightly.