Another two days passed safely, and since that time Gong Ji suddenly went crazy, Gong Ji returned to her previous docility.

Los Angeles asked her to eat, she would not object, and Los Angeles asked her to lie down early to rest, and she did so obediently. If L.A. asked her to accompany him for a walk in the mountains, she would be quietly by his side.

After dinner that day, Luo Cheng suggested going out for a walk, Gong Ji had no objection, she took the lead out of the room, along the quaint bluestone path, stepping on the rain-stained grass all the way.

The cool breeze gently lifted Gong Ji's soft hair.

Luo Cheng suddenly found himself careless, he rushed back indoors, and when he came back, he took a red coat in his hand and draped it on her, not forgetting to help her put on her coat and hat: "You are not in good health, you can't blow cold wind." He actually wanted to say that Gong Ji had just slipped a tire and was in confinement, and blowing a cold wind would have adverse consequences for her body.

It's just that he didn't dare to talk about it, for fear of arousing Gong Ji's sadness and causing her emotions to get out of control again.

Gong Ji glanced back at Luo Cheng, wrapped her coat tightly, and walked forward gently.

Luo Cheng froze in place, watching Gong Ji walk away step by step, she didn't pause for a moment, as if his existence had nothing to do with her.

Every time he was in such a situation, he was wondering if Gong Ji was in the same mood when he watched him and Luo Chun together. I want to do something, but I can't do it.

yes, nothing can be done. What else could he do to make Gong Ji turn back into the optimistic woman she used to be? He was the one who robbed her of her happiness, and it was he who brought them to this point of relative silence.

It is also his own bitter fruit that has created such a bitter fruit today.

Luo Cheng hurriedly caught up with Gong Ji, shook her cold hand without doubt, and said in a dumb voice: "Gong reporter, give me another chance, let's start all over again." You like babies, and we'll have a dozen kids in the future. You love to travel, I'll accompany you around the world to see ......"

Gong Ji looked at the blurred face of the man in front of him. In the darkness of the night, it became more and more unreal.

If this man had told her this, she would have been happy, right?

She gently withdrew her hands, crossed her hands into her pockets, and replied softly: "Have you ever heard that it is difficult to recover when the water is over? We can't start all over again, I don't have confidence, and neither do you." ”

In that case, why tie two men and women who have lost faith in the future together?

"No, as long as you give me a chance, I am confident that we will be able to hold hands in the future. Gong reporter, believe me!" Luo Cheng straightened Gong Ji's shoulders and said word by word.

Gong Ji shook her head and was silent, like an emotionless wooden man, and her eyes looking directly at Luo Cheng were still out of focus.

L.A. saw it clearly. Since seeing Gong Ji again, Gong Ji's eyes have never been focused when she looks at him. She seemed to be looking for his face all the time, but his face was close to her, so why did she look for it?

"Why does the palace reporter always look at me with such strange eyes?" asked Luo Cheng in a hoarse voice, almost silent.

Gong Ji just stood quietly, as if she hadn't heard L.A.'s question. Just when Luo Cheng thought that Gong Ji would not answer, Gong Ji's fluttering voice drifted into his eardrums with the wind: "If I don't look at you, I don't know if this person in front of me is you." L.A., I can't remember what you used to look like. ”