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In the past hour, the rehearsal has ended.

Jing Qingran was sweating profusely, went to the lounge to get clothes, and then went to the bathroom to rinse briefly.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she was confronted by a man.

Looking at his familiar face, he didn't know what to say to him, and then smiled at him.

The two were not far apart.

The man's face was expressionless, very light and shallow, as if nothing in this world could move him.

What should I say? It's nerve-wracking!

"Let's go to dinner." The man's cold voice came from his thin lips.

"Okay." Jing Qingran did not refuse, but nodded in agreement.

Compared with the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, the two don't see each other much, and they lack a special sense of closeness. In the middle is a transparent, invisible, very sensitive membrane that neither of them wants to touch.

Jing Qingran sorted himself out, and then, the two walked out of the theater side by side.

Take a ride and head to a restaurant for a meal.

It was still quiet, the light was dim, and the sound of the piano not far away was elegant.

A square dining table with two people sitting opposite each other.

In the face of him, for the first time, even words need to be pondered again.

Jing Qingran took the knife and fork, lowered his head, and carefully cut the steak on the plate, he didn't say anything, reached out to pick up the goblet, and drank a sip of red wine.

Both of them have a lot of things to say to each other, however, the relationship between them has become very delicate, and they need to work hard to maintain a balance, not at all like in their previous lives, two people are together, they can talk ramblingly, and it doesn't matter if they quarrel, anyway, they will automatically get back together after a quarrel.

The layer of separation between them is none other than the memory of Jing Qingran's previous life, and he does not have that memory.

Jing Qingran didn't want him to be unhappy, so he always tried to endure not to treat him as a husband in the previous life, but as a lover in this life.

And he is always forcing himself to accept her, not caring who she loved before, not caring whether the soul crossing she said is true or false, and not caring who she thinks she is her.

It is precisely because of these things in my heart that I get along with each other that I will become heavy.

A supper, relatively silent.

I thought that the two would no longer be in pain when they were together, but even if they were close at hand, some things couldn't be changed or couldn't be changed.

I got out of the restaurant and got into the car.

The light was dim, and they couldn't see each other's eyebrows.

There is a driver driving in front of him, and the car is slowly moving forward.

"Well clear." The man's voice was even more cold and clean in the dark.

"Huh?" The woman's voice was crisp, and there was some cuteness in the question.

The voice of "we ......" stopped talking, which really did not fit his usual vigorous and resolute character.

"How?" She frowned.

"Do you want to get married?" He looked sideways at her, then asked lightly.

Jing Qingran's brow furrowed deeper, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were biting, and his lips touched.

What exactly does this mean?

Propose? How can anyone say this when proposing? I usually ask, would you like to marry me?

Is it possible that if you want to get married, you can get married?

His question is too neutral and the meaning is unclear.

"Not yet." Jing Qingran shook his head.

She currently has to rehearse a stage play and doesn't have much time.

"What about later?" He asked again, his voice still light.

"More on that later." It seemed to be doing tai chi, but, when he asked, she answered.

"Jing Qingran, can't you suffer a loss?" The man's brow furrowed.

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