"What about Ansha? Quan An and An Xia have come to this point, is it still possible for them to reconcile? An Ge looked at the coffee table in front of him, which was a copy of a plane ticket.

Kwon is gone.

I didn't go to City A, but went abroad directly.

She also pieced together the diaries, and how far Quan An escaped as far as he was hurt.

"After this time, I won't interfere with them again, and it's a good thing not to reconcile." Quan Mo glanced at the ticket on the coffee table, and added in a deep voice, "Seriously, Anxia is suitable for a simpler person." ”

Quan An has always been too complicated for her.

"I'm afraid it's no longer a question of who suits me, I think for An Xia, she can't forget Quan An in her life."

An Ge thought of the dull eyes of An Xia lying on the bed just now, and the regret of every word, no matter what happened before, in the future, An Xia's body will be engraved with the word Quan An.

“……”

Kwon Mo's dark eyes are deep.

Once you start, it's impossible to go back.

He had spoken to Anxia that, apparently, this daughter was not taught.

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In the end, Anxia still failed to meet Quan An.

In the hospital, Quan Xiaohu coaxed her, saying that Quan An would come to pick her up when she was discharged from the hospital, but she didn't believe it, because she couldn't even get through to Quan An's mobile phone.

That familiar number became empty.

Sure enough, when she came out of the hospital, she didn't wait for Kwon An, but waited for a copy of the air ticket, the time and place on it had been erased.

When he took over this copy paper from Quan Yisheng's hand, Anxia's whole world was spinning.

The brothers all looked at her so sympathetically.

Kwon is gone.

Kwon Kian went abroad.

The last words he left for her were, Anxia, I hate you.

In the days that followed, Anxia didn't know how she spent it, she said sorry to the empty number countless times every day, and said countless regrets and apologies.

She stood at the intersection, hoping that in the next second, Quan An's figure would appear there.

School opened, and An Xia did not leave the Quan family, because no one was willing to tell her which country Quan An went to, she was paranoid and stayed at home and did not go anywhere.

Every day, she repeated the action of playing the Rubik's Cube, and then dialed out the empty number, constantly telling that number that she was wrong, that she really knew that she was wrong, that she missed him, that she really missed him, that she wanted him back.

The 16-sided Rubik's Cube Anxia couldn't spell it out, and she was very angry.

She hates her stupidity, hates her stupidity, and no matter how many times she looks at the calculation formula, she can't spell the Rubik's Cube.

In the bedroom, the floor and bed were covered with paper, and each piece of paper was a mess of strokes, and Anxia knelt beside the bed, holding the pen in her hand, and wrote down all the strokes on the Rubik's cube on the paper.

She knelt there, her legs already paralyzed, a face with obvious tear stains, a pair of young eyes bloodshot, teeth biting her lip, and writing on the paper.

"Miss."

When the servant opened the door, he saw that the bedroom was full of papers, and the messy handwriting was like ghost drawings, and the servant looked at the plates on the cabinet, and the lunch in it was still untouched.

Anxia has been like this for three days.

She was stuffy in her room all day, not going anywhere, either crying on the phone or scribbling, and she wouldn't eat until she was hungry.

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Author's Note: Today's update is complete