Because it was agreed that tutoring would start next week, Xia Hua rarely had the leisure to wander around the campus.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sound came from afar.

Xia Hua stopped to listen, and although she couldn't hear what the song was, she thought it was very good. There is a soothing sense of tranquility, like a stream trickling down, and the occasional crisp and cheerful chirp makes people feel happy.

Unconsciously, Xia Hua walked in the direction of the sound of the piano.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the scale room, a dark and bright piano sits in front of the piano, and a man in a white casual suit sits in front of the piano, gently closing his eyes and enjoying the beauty of the music. His slender fingers jumped and stroked briskly on the piano. The mischievous sunlight filtered through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on his body like an angel left behind in the world.

It's him!

Xia Hua saw the person's appearance clearly, and her heart couldn't help jumping, and her heart beat faster.

Wen Jingxuan in the third class.

Xia Hua looked at Wen Jingxuan's side face playing the piano with some obsession, and stood so obsessively, looking at the silhouette for a moment.

At this time, Xia Hua's mood has a hint of sweetness, but it is more gloomy.

She knew that she was a little excited, but she also clearly understood that the distance between her and Wen Jingxuan was not just a distance of more than ten meters.

There is a gulf between them that is difficult to bridge. And this gap refers not only to the difference in the status of the two people.

If it's just a difference in status, Xia Hua may have the courage to fight for it, but what is helpless is the parting of life and death, so it is good to suppress this hazy affection in the bottom of her heart and pay attention to it silently.

Wen Jingxuan didn't notice the existence of Xia Hua, he kept his eyes closed, immersed in his own music world. And Xia Hua didn't make a sound to interfere, she was just a loyal listener who accidentally broke in, standing in place and listening quietly.

Wen Jingxuan seemed to like those light and beautiful tunes, and he played them one after another without stopping. But I don't know why, gradually, Xia Hua seems to read an inexplicable sadness in the light sound of the piano.

The sadness was faint, and if it weren't for Xia Hua's attentive listening, it would be difficult to detect.

Although the sorrow is light, it is lingering. It has been tightly wound between the whole piece, as if it has been deeply penetrated into it, deep into the bone marrow.

Reaching out to caress her somewhat aching chest, Xia Hua looked at Wen Jingxuan's silhouette with pity. She read his sorrow.

Congenital heart disease made Wen Jingxuan different from other children since he was a child. When others were running and sweating, he could only stand quietly and watch silently, with longing and envy in his eyes.

What a cruel, tortured thing.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Hua felt that her feet were sore, and the sound of the piano slowly stopped.

Thinking that Wen Jingxuan was leaving, Xia Hua was startled and hurriedly lowered her head and walked away.

Inexplicably, at this moment, Xia Hua didn't want him to see herself.

With a complicated mood, Xia Hua left quickly, but at the corner of the scale room, she met Leng Yichen.

For some reason, Xia Hua's heart tightened, and she looked at Leng Yichen with an expressionless face a little nervously, as if she had done something wrong.

"Xia Hua, what are you doing! What to be nervous about, to be calm, to be calm. Xia Hua clenched her fists and silently cheered herself up in her heart.

“HI!” Xia Hua tried hard to squeeze out a smile and pretended to greet Leng Yichen easily.

Leng Yichen just glanced at her coldly, and walked past her with long legs. This made Xia Hua's already ugly smile directly freeze on her face.

"Stay away from Jingxuan in the future." The cold words came from behind him without any fluctuations, making Xia Hua stunned.

Suddenly, a wave of anger filled her heart, Xia Hua turned around and said abruptly, "Why?"

Hearing this, Leng Yichen turned around, his deep eyes did not carry a trace of emotion, he looked at Xia Hua coldly, and said disdainfully: "Just you, also worthy?"

Humiliation! Boundless humiliation drowned out Natsuka.

It was also mixed with inexplicable grievances, which made sour feelings instantly swell into his eyes. Natsuka struggled to raise her head so that tears would not fall. With wide eyes, he looked at Leng Yichen without being humble or arrogant, without refuting or speaking.

Looking at the summer flowers that were neither humble nor arrogant, Leng Yichen's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness. He pursed his lips, turned around, and left without saying anything more.

Xia Hua kept watching Leng Yichen's figure disappear around the corner of the scale room, and then lowered her head, tears rolling across her face. After being silent for a while, Xia Hua reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, straightened her waist and turned to leave.

Although Xia Hua herself knew that she was not worthy of Wen Jingxuan, at this moment, she didn't seem to want to back down. Whether it was for the sake of her remaining dignity, or to make that expressionless face crack, Xia Hua felt that she couldn't retreat.

So in this week's public class on investment theory, she did not refuse Tang Yuanyuan's encouragement, and followed her to deliberately walk around the third class, deliberately always appearing in Wen Jingxuan's line of sight.

And every time she faced Leng Yichen's expressionless cold face, Xia Hua always raised her chin and looked back at him with a provocation in her eyes.

"Did you notice? Recently, Young Master Leng's aura has become more and more sufficient. Whenever we get close to the third shift, I can't help but get goosebumps. Especially when his cold gaze swept over me, I had to tremble. Tang Yuanyuan peeked at Leng Yichen, who was sitting next to Wen Jingxuan with a cold face, and whispered to the Xia Hua beside him.

"He's always been an ice lump, okay." Li Yingzi shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently, she was dissatisfied that Tang Yuanyuan had to pull them to sit on the side of the third shift. Because all the girls around her were sitting around, they kept chattering in a low voice, and the noise made her head hurt.

"People are showing off his eldest young master's style, highlighting his existence." Xia Hua chuckled and said mockingly. Of course she knew why Leng Yichen's face was getting colder and colder, it was completely angry with her. He thought that if he said that, he would have to avoid them as he wanted?

Dream!

Xia Hua cursed in her heart.

She didn't let him get his wish.

I have to say that Leng Yichen's hurtful words successfully provoked Xia Hua's stubbornness. made Xia Hua, who had no intention of taking the initiative, change her mind in order to fight for a breath.

And Lin Meiting's eyes on the side wandered back and forth between Xia Hua and Leng Yichen, a trace of abnormality flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, she seemed to have found something interesting.