"You're Yanjue's girlfriend?" Gu Moli raised her chin slightly, stared at Yan You, and looked carefully.

Yan You ignored it, and said expressionlessly: "Pick it up." ”

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my cousin asking you? The short Ni Yisha, who was standing behind Mo Li, suddenly burst out and roared when he saw that the road was uneven, which shocked the corners of Yanyou's mouth.

Yan You glanced at Ni Yisha, and his eyes turned to the other girl who knocked the lunch box to the ground: "Pick it up." ”

"Phew, who do you think you are? If you let me pick it up, I'll pick it up? Tell you, Brother Yan Jue is our Sister Moli's, don't be delusional. ”

"Delusional what? Well? A voice with a hint of danger sounded abruptly.

As soon as the girl turned around, she was frightened when she saw Yanjue's dark face, and she suddenly didn't dare to say anything more.

"Ni Yisha, are you getting bolder? Well? Yan Jue said coldly.

"Brother Yanjue, how can you be like this, my cousin likes you so much, how can you..?"

"What do I have to do with you?" Yan Jue grimaced and roared.

Yan You glanced at Jasmine, who was deliberately ignored by Yan Jue, thought about it, his eyes flowed, and then he picked up the empty box of lunch, threw it into the trash can, and walked away.

Yan Jue glanced at the people in the crowd warningly, and immediately kept up with Yan You's pace, always stingy with a trace of his eyes scattered to Mo Li.

"Cousin." Looking back at Yan Jue, who hurriedly followed Yan You away, Ni Yisha carefully pulled the hem of Mo Li's clothes.

Mo Li's back stiffened, she froze in place, cold sweat oozed from her palms, and she closed her eyes to hide the deep pain at the bottom of her eyes.

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The April evening breeze is gentle and cool, caressing the treetops, and the branches and leaves are leisurely.

Walking under the wisteria, surrounded by vines and trees, elegant purple blooms on the tiny branches, the breeze blows, the petals can't help but pluck and scatter all over the ground.

At night, the crowd was sparse, and Yanyou sat alone on a park bench, letting the wisteria flowers fall on his shoulders.

Although the message she received last night was deleted, it couldn't erase the throbbing that she had suppressed in her heart, and finally, she came.

But here, there is no one waiting for her.

I don't know how long I've been sitting, and the coldness and numbness of my whole body have long been indistinguishable from my body or my heart.

The breeze passed, and the slightest cold soaked through the thin clothes, but Yanyou always stood still, wanted to walk, but the soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead and couldn't move his steps, and the remaining trace of hope in his heart was lost little by little in time.

The night was getting deeper, and there were almost no walking figures.

The shoulders are warm, the unique breath fills the tip of the nose, Yan You is stunned, and he raises his head in an instant, and looks at the ink with deep dark eyes.

Mo Yi looked at Yan You condescendingly, and the fine glow under her eyes stung his eyes.

Yan You raised his head and looked into Mo Yi's deep eyes, for some reason, the stubbornness hovering under his eyes collapsed instantly, and tears slipped wantonly into the corners of his eyes.

Mo Yi frowned deeply, pulled up Yanyou, and wrapped the blazer draped over her tightly, pulling her towards his chest.

"How long are you going to sit?" Mo Yi opened his mouth coldly, he knew that she was waiting for someone she couldn't wait, but he never mentioned the word 'wait' in front of her.

He was very close, and Yan You could clearly feel his breath together and the unique aura emanating from his body.

Yan You looked up into his eyes, and his sudden action made her come to her senses.

The cool breeze swept by, and the wisteria fell sporadically, landing on the top of the hair, on the shoulders, and on the ground.