Sometimes, the more impossible love is on the surface, the more it will ferment in the bottom of the heart. The pain in Wen Yuan's heart, the love in Canglulu's heart, the shackles in Xu Qing's heart, and the hatred that cannot be ignored, where is the fundamental reason?

The answer lies in their own minds, the change comes from someone who is about to appear, and the ending is brought about by two people who will eventually appear in front of them.

Lavender Villa East House:

I don't know how long I stood in the middle of the room, looking at the man outside the window and retracting his gaze, now is the time when he should arrange for night work, the maid has to leave work at half past five, and the man basically does it for dinner, so, I want to go and see how the ingredients are prepared? Also, the lavender bouquet that needs to be shipped tomorrow morning should also be prepared.

Sighing again, the man was used to this method of relieving the stuffiness in his heart, and his breath seemed to be full of sighs, with a heaviness.

He did not go directly to the door, but walked to the windowsill, as if looking for something, and the man carefully examined the windowsill and the window frame, his eyes swept every inch until he felt at ease, and then turned and walked towards the door.

He didn't close the windows or close the curtains, letting the wind blow the paper and thin things in the room, and soon disappeared into the private space that was still his.

In the empty room, it was unusually cold, except for the wind, everything else was either static or passively flying, and none of them had their own vitality. The pen on the table slowly rolled down to the ground, and the moment the pen made contact with the ground, blue-black ink splattered out towards the place where the wind entered.

"Cut! Dirty! A small complaint entered the room, and I don't know when a strange man straddled the windowsill, and he was looking inside with disdain.

The ink splattered right on the edge of his trouser legs, and even the white socks were there, and the man easily entered the room, picked up the cracked pen on the floor and looked at it, it was a cheap pen, worn and old, and everywhere showed the shabby owner of the pen.

Throwing the pen into the paper basket, the man walked a few steps around the room as if nothing had happened, he did not deliberately hide the footsteps from his leather shoes, probably not afraid of being discovered, anyway, the man did not have any fear or uneasy look on his face.

He wandered around the room like this, paying attention to the sun's position from time to time, killing time.

The window was still not closed, and the footprints on the windowsill were very visible, which were left by the man when he entered. At this moment, it is estimated that the man's fingerprints have been left enough in the house, he stopped looking around, walked to the small balcony next to the bathroom on the side of the room, turned on the faucet, and began to wash his hands.

The man carefully washed all ten fingers and palms of his hands, rubbed his hands under the water, and washed them for five minutes before taking out the handkerchief he had brought from his pocket and drying his hands.

But instead of turning off the faucet, he went back to his room and began to sleep on the cot of the owner of the room.

This man's approach is really puzzling, he sneaked into someone else's room, leaving not only footprints, but also fingerprints on purpose! I used the faucet in the room, but I didn't turn it off, let the water make a noise, and went to sleep again.

He seemed to want everyone to find out what he had done. If it weren't for the fact that all the rooms on the second floor of his house were empty now, someone would have noticed the sound of the water.

Regardless of what the man's purpose is? We turned our gaze back to the owner of the room we had just gone out.

He didn't go downstairs to the living room, but stayed alone in the dark stairwell, with his back against the wall and his head down, the stairwell left a faint scent, it was the smell of women's perfume, and I don't know if any woman had been here just now, anyway, this man looked sad and helpless.

After a long time, he felt a little numb in his feet before he raised his head. There were no tears in his eyes, and there was not much emotion, and the thin pursed lips may not want to confide in his heart, but more of a kind of forbearance.

He didn't know how long it would take for his tolerance of love to be gone, but at this moment, he felt tired, very tired, tired, and the fatigue of not being able to straighten his back anymore haunted him and squeezed him.

How long will it take for her to be sensible?' Maybe in this life, she just grew up on the outside, and she will always be like a child on the inside. ’

The man understands the truth very well, but now he is tired and tired, but he has not extinguished the persistence that he has always had, and he can't tell why this is? It's really not clear, tolerance also has a limit, but he has no limit, like a machine that has passed the expiration date but is still running, love is the power supply, as long as love exists, he will not stop tolerating.

The irritability spread in the man's heart, his brow gradually furrowed, his fingers gradually clasped the wall, and the deep breath accompanied by the closed eyes was so overwhelmed, and it also made people feel so cowardly and unworthy of 'sympathy'. Because this man doesn't have the 'courage' to resist at all!

'I love you! Even if love becomes a burden, I love you......' Finding excuses and desperately ignoring the irritability that had already been hoarded in his heart, the man straightened up and walked towards the light he didn't want to see. He was greeted by another hard-working and capable girl who was not loved by him......

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"Humph! I can live just as well without you! The woman's face flushed, she was entering the corridor on the second floor, and the quarrel in the stairwell just now made her heart feel ashamed, and she remembered the sentence "Are you stupid?" "All the shame of a woman turns to anger, and she has never been so condemned.

Women don't care about men for what reason they say this? She just selfishly thinks that when her heart is hurt, she is entitled to be angry and willful, because she is a woman!

It's as simple as that, a heart that doesn't think about others, one day, happiness and joy will all be lost from the middle, but now she doesn't realize this, and she doesn't realize that if she doesn't change, the future is destined to be sad.

When she passed the first room on the right hand side of the staircase, the door opened without warning, and the woman almost screamed.

She covered her mouth tightly and stared at the person who came out of the door, a tall and handsome man who would be infatuated with at first sight.

"You ......" The woman was about to speak, but her arm was grabbed, and then, with the smell of perfume, her body disappeared into the room, and at the same time as the door closed, the words inside also came out, "Come in, Xiao An, I have something to say to you." ”