Fu Qingyun smiled slowly, his clear voice sounded very nice: "Well, very obvious."

Xiao Ning was depressed: "Do you have the skills to read your mind? How can you be so far away? I heard that I am not in high spirits?"

Fu Qingyun was silent for a moment and said, "Miss Ningning, do you remember? I told you before that when I was a child, I was sent to study abroad by my family?"

Xiao Ning: "Remember. You also said that in order to exercise your independence, your family only sent a servant to follow you, but they never did housework for you, and you had to do everything by yourself. By the way, you were also washing your own socks, hehe..."

Fu Qingyun smiled embarrassedly: "You remember the socks clearly. Actually, I haven't told you yet that I haven't been abroad."

Xiao Ning: "Oh, you've been back in the middle? So Chinese is so good?"

Fu Qingyun nodded: "Well, after a short time, I worked hard to get my family to give me a chance to come back to the sixth grade of elementary school. However, Chinese was not learned at that time. At that time, I was very withdrawn, spoke Chinese stutteringly, and spoke foreign accent. My classmates always laughed at my accent, accused me of always being full marks in foreign language exams, and complained that my composition was written like a paper, which was different from them. No one was willing to be friends with me. Even so, I still tried hard to stay. But my grandfather said to me, Qingyun, don't stay, the country is not suitable for you, you are unhappy, you still go abroad to study. I was very depressed, thinking whether I am happy or not, can you see it too? I am very dissatisfied."

Xiao Ning listened to Fu Qingyun's childhood with great interest, and the image of a slightly withdrawn and stubborn little boy appeared in front of her: "What?"

Fu Qingyun: "Then one day, I passed by the floor-to-ceiling mirror at home and glanced inadvertently. I found that my entire brow was locked, and my lips were pursed seriously like an old man. I looked lifeless. I was stunned. I didn't realize that I was so unhappy. I thought returning to China was something I always wanted to do, but my unhappiness was still written on my face. It turned out that a person's emotions really couldn't be hidden."

Xiao Ning sighed: "Yes..."

Can't hide it.

Just like even if she convinced herself ten thousand times, she had to understand Liu Rushi's "old illness recurrence" and understand a woman who had experienced so miserable experiences and was so painful now.

But to be honest, she really wants to be a bad woman in her heart, and she will never meet her forever with Bai Yeyuan.

But can Bai Yeyuan really never see Liu Rushi in his life?

This time he was just a ill, so Bai Yeyuan became accustomed to it and did not want to visit him.

What if Liu Rushi succeeds in committing suicide next time and is in danger?

Or does Liu Rushi's self-harm behavior have escalated and she needs more rigorous and careful treatment and care?

She couldn't control herself from thinking about these uncomfortable things.

And these possibilities that exist in the future are like a huge rock flying from the sky for no reason, pressing on her heart, making her breathless and in a bad mood.
Chapter completed!