In the past, many times she didn't want to think about it, not to say, she didn't want to remember the past, whether it was happiness or sadness, but few people could really abandon the past and start over.

And so she was.

The man's confession came suddenly, and she was so surprised that she didn't know how to refuse.

Her heart told her that she had to refuse, no matter how this man moved her, she should always refuse, between them, there was no future, no, it should be said that she had no future.

But in his mouth, he muttered for a long time, but slowly said it.

"Let me think about it."

There is no outright rejection.

The woman's state doesn't feel very good.

The man on the other side, at that moment, the moment he heard the result, his heart seemed to be shaken by thunder, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

She was saying consider, not sorry.

If he does not directly refuse, then he still has the direction and source of his efforts.

In fact, he thought about it, thinking that even if she refused so decisively, he couldn't give up easily.

That man had existed by her side for two years, but he had been buried deep in her heart for five years.

Five years, not a long time, let a girl in the prime of life become what she is now, losing her left eye, with a three-year-old child who will no longer talk in her mother's arms.

There is so much helplessness in life, but a snow all weighs on her.

The man walked over and held out his hand, slowly.

He wanted to hug her, simply hug her into his arms, thirty seconds, or even ten seconds, and give her a moment of warmth.

He moves slowly and doesn't want to hurt, so it doesn't matter if she refuses, he gives her time to refuse.

At that moment, time was slow.

The woman tilted her head and acquiesced to his movements from her heart.

Little by little, the distance between them is being drawn.

A man had never faced her so closely.

Slowly, she lowered her head.

Such silence made the man's speed can't help but speed up.

Little by little, the hand touched her sweater, then wrapped around her waist, slowly approaching, slowly clasping her, locking her in his arms.

Then she heard his voice, low and firm, "Shu'er, believe me, I will be good to you." ”

Such a simple promise, it's not that I'll always be by your side, it's not that I'll love you forever, it's a mountain alliance or a rhetoric, she thinks he's a psychiatrist, and after all, she still knows best what she wants.

The man's chin rested on the top of her hair, rubbing against her soft strands, feeling the breath of her presence.

They threw themselves into each other's warmth and absorbed each other's warmth.

What I didn't notice was the footsteps of turning around at the kitchen door.

Lan Ruohao followed, following the man's footsteps, "What, you're upset when you hear something you don't want to hear?" ”

The man turned and glared at him, "Are you gloating?" ”

Lan Ruohao waved her hand, very innocent, "How is it possible, no matter how you say it, we are still friends." ”

Friend?

The man bowed his head, and a moment of loss crossed by.

How can they still be friends, how can people who can't even drink together be considered friends?

Pick up your steps and continue walking towards the door.

Lan Ruohao slowed down with his footsteps, "You're not going back to tell someone, are you!" ”

If the concern just now was not pretended, then now he must be gloating!