Although he could only look at her back just now, the image of her back disappearing into the sky five years ago was too profound! At that moment, his brain seemed to be suddenly emptied. With the snap of a finger, the heart seems to have stopped beating!

It's her, it's her, it's her and there's nothing wrong with her! No one but her can have this back that breaks his heart so much! He almost has to scavenge his memories until she leaves and disappears.

His heart, in the past five years, has been thinking about her all the time, and his heart hurts with a hole. Inside, there is a desolation and emptiness that cannot be seen at a glance, and the world in front of him is shaky and blurry, and he can't even tell whether this is illusory or reality!

His clear snow, the clear snow that has turned into an angel and flown into heaven, is as far away as looking up at the moon!

After that moment, the blood flowed back violently, and the heart seemed to be uncontrollable, and the rapid pacing, manic beating, as if it was about to rush out of the chest!

She was on the phone, and he looked at her back stiffly, unable to move. He wanted to rush up, he wanted to hug her and ask her where she had been in the past five years! He missed her so much, he wanted to kneel in front of her and beg her not to leave again!

However, he couldn't do anything, he was afraid, all this was a dream!

However, he saw that the haunting face finally hung up the phone and turned around, but with doubts that he was not familiar with, as if he was startled a little, he tilted his head and asked, "This gentleman, is there something wrong with you?"

He opened his mouth blankly, not knowing how to tell the difference, this looks plausible, like her, but not like her woman, whether it is his Qingxue or not!

In a daze, Luo Qingxue over there carefully calculated his emotions in his eyes, thinking about how he should deal with it!

She wasn't a little girl anymore, and she wouldn't be moved by a crocodile tear from him. She just tried her best to pretend to be the first time she met him, and communicated with him in English: "I'm sorry, I'll go first." ”

The moment he passed by, he smelled a faint smell of perfume on her. - Very vulgar, Chanel No. 5, white-collar women, the most ordinary and common fragrance.

She was covered in clothes and fashionable, but she seemed to have lost her original spirituality and became a pearl and dust—no way, this was the requirement of the "role". A working woman in London's Upper East Side, when attending such a dinner, will without exception bring some cool and capable style.

Although it has changed, although it is different from the original, Leng Yunting can still smell something that belongs to her.

He just felt that this person was Luo Qingxue, a living Qingxue, every inch of muscle, skin, and every bone on her body, he had touched it, and he had recalled it countless times in the long years that followed, and the touch accumulated over the years gradually integrated into his bones and blood.

It was the deepest touch buried in his body, in his heart. Every inch of bones and every trace of flesh and blood on her body is his most secret memory! Even if she denies it, he still only needs to look at it to know that it is Qingxue, his Qingxue!

However, she left slowly, unhurriedly, without a trace of panic.