(Cat pounce Chinese Jian Qing stood at the top of the stairs and looked at Luo Xi's back as if he had lost his soul, and lamented again.

There are many things in the world that are forced by love, but they are not forced by love.

Whatever happens after them, they take responsibility for their choices.

Everything is a certainty.

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Three days passed quickly.

Luo Xi ushered in the twenty-third birthday of her life.

March 14, 0314, this number used by men as passwords for countless devices.

Now that I think about it, I can't stop my nose from being sore.

Life is always like this, the story is not moving enough, but the person who tells the story will always shed tears.

Numbers walk mercilessly on the clock.

Today is her last day at Jingrui Mansion.

It's like high school is about to start and it's the last day away from home.

It is always necessary to wait until it is time to leave, and then there is some covetousness for the breath of this house, or rather, someone in this house.

Even if she understands the truth or something, sometimes the story is too sultry and the emotions are at work, which makes her irrepressibly reluctant and unable to let go.

It's just that she is destined to leave.

Before, he left because he wanted to be free, but now there is one more reason, and that is his well-being.

The two of them are like two balloons full of spikes, no matter who is willing to take the first step and who wants to get closer, the only thing that the other person can feel is harm.

Luo Xi wore a high-necked white sweatshirt, covering the bruises on his neck that had not yet disappeared, and pulled the sleeves long to cover the light gauze that had not been removed from his palms.

She pushed the door open, and the sun was so bright that she couldn't help but squint.

Who said that every day of dancing for the wind is a celebration of life?

After all, it was her birthday, and she still had to simply walk through the ceremony, even if it was to eat a bite of cream cake, it would be considered a special day that was not in vain.

Jian Qing came back from outside the door with breakfast and put it on the table, "Luoxi, morning." ”

"Early." Luo Xi barely held up his spirit and said hello to him.

"Let's eat."

"Is he awake?" Luo Xi glanced upstairs.

"Not yet, are you going to leave today?"

Luo Xi let out a light "um", took his gaze back from upstairs, sat on the sofa, and took an egg and peeled it little by little.

Jian Qing didn't ask again, three days was enough time for her to figure out what she was going to do.

After all, whether you like it or not, whether it is suitable or not, and whether you can be together or not are three different issues.

The two of them were probably knocked down on the third issue...

It's okay to let Luo Xi leave, given Jing Mohao's current physical condition, it's better for her not to be there...

Luo Xi finished eating quietly, Jian Qing was already making tea, and Luo Xi stood up.

"Jian Qing, thank you for taking care of me during this time, then I... Went first. ”

Jian Qing got up politely, straightened the white shirt on her body, and stretched out a hand, "Take care." ”

"Thank you." Luo Xi held his sincerity with both hands.

During this time, she didn't know how many words of thanks she had said to him, but she couldn't find any words to express her gratitude to him other than thank you.

With her hands gone, she hurried to the door, for fear that if she slowed down a little, her already hot eyes would not stop crying.

Li Xian was still standing in steel, "Miss Luo." ”

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Seeing Li Xian walk out of the door with Luoxi, Jian Qing shook her head lightly and walked upstairs to see Jing Mohao's situation.

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