As she reached the entrance, she suddenly stopped to look at the row of imposing sofas on the left side of the lobby. Many guests rest here, and there are many snacks and drinks on the table. Each of the female guests was holding a bouquet of roses, which was given by the hotel. This is the advantage of high-end restaurants, all the men who come to dine don't have to bother to choose their own roses tonight.

The steaming coffee and milk tea make the people waiting for the meal very comfortable.

In my memory, the large huge celadon vase in the corner is still there. The vase is high-waisted and thin, like the graceful shape of a beautiful woman, which used to be filled with seasonal flowers, but today, it has been replaced by a large bouquet of red roses, which is a high-quality variety, and some female guests who come to eat and rest there to admire it, and let out admiration while looking at it.

"The taste of this restaurant is really good......"

"The mood is enough......"

Li Huan is indeed a good hand at doing business.

But Feng Feng thought of Huang Hui at this time.

Huang Hui accompanied him here twice, and he sat there waiting for him. Because of him, he dared to "trespass" into Li Huan's "kingdom" and was not kicked out by the security guards.

What if there was no Huang Hui?

Is it that in those two times, there was no possibility of seeing Li Huan at all?

At this time, I deeply realized that the gap between the two people was not now, nor in Fanny's affectionate calls—but in the hearts that had already torn each other apart to blood.

There are some wounds that cannot be erased for a lifetime!

She thought, what a sarcasm, the previous time was the "plague god" that everyone feared, but at this moment, he became a "guest" in the VIP room again.

It's just that there will be no more Huang Hui in the future, and there will never be Huang Hui again.

If Huang Hui is still alive, what if he is the plague god here for the rest of his life?

Under the bright light, she quietly looked at her left hand, and there was a faint scar in the palm of her hand, which was too faint, as if it had penetrated into the palm print of the palm. No one but herself cared, and no one knew the secret.

That was when he broke up with Li Huan in the small shop that day, he walked out of the door, stepped on a small stone and fell to the ground and scratched it, and since then, he has been left with an eternal scar in the palm of his hand.

fell very hard, and Li Huan could see it clearly at that time, he didn't come to help him at all, let alone have any pity - it was at that time that she was dead to him - you don't love someone, so you don't care about her life or death at all.

Such a small scar, if you don't look closely, you think it's a palm print.

However, it becomes a palm print, like a thorn in the heart, which cannot be eliminated for a lifetime.

She looked at the couples on the couch, they snuggled up to each other, so affectionate.

At this moment, she felt cold, as if she was alone in the incomparably empty world, and could no longer see the end, and could not see the faces of familiar and dear people.

In the future, she thought, when the security guards here tried to drive them away, who else would stand up to protect them? In this life, where else can you find a partner like Huang Hui, who is wholehearted, only love, and has no revenge, pressure, or grade differences!

Is it because it is too perfect, so it is destined to never be obtained?

The best, why did it come so late and disappear so quickly?

A tall and thin man approached, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and narrow eyes with a smile, she thought it was Huang Hui, and when she looked at it, she was holding someone else in her hand!