But at this moment, Li Xiaoyou suddenly felt that all his emotions began to become weak, and as long as the breeze blew on his face, everything could be blown away easily.
It's just those memories that are as stubborn as rocks, but they can't be defended no matter what.
Love, it is true that the more you love, the more you get hurt!
Even though she made all the concessions and even returned the way she came, she still couldn't escape the heart-rending tear like a wild beast.
Li Xiaoyou slowly stopped laughing, and looked straight at his haggard self in the mirror. His mood became calm, and it lasted for a while.
Tears and knocking came together.
Li Xiaoyou no longer cared about whether his friends saw his vulnerability, and turned his head blankly to look out the door.
It's Ou Ruoxi.
Seeing her friend's tearful face, Ou Ruoxi felt unspeakably sad and distressed. She sighed and asked, "Resigned?"
Li Xiaoyou nodded, and her tears suddenly fell more fiercely. As she nodded, they fell on her skirt one after another, leaving a mass of sadness that could not be ignored on the beige fabric.
Ou Ruoxi walked slowly to her side and sat beside her bed. "I should be lucky that you can still cry!"
Li Xiaoyou pulled the corners of his lips and smiled. "I'm fine."
"Here we go again. Every time you have a high fever, you say this. Do you think it's still believable?!" Ou Ruoxi tried to tease her.
Li Xiaoyou also smiled condescendingly, tilted his head slightly, and rested his head on her thin shoulder.
Like a mother, Ou Ruoxi gently stroked her back. This is a kind of psychology, an action that conveys strength and warmth silently, which she made full use of. "Xiaoyou, listen to me."
The head resting on her shoulder moved slightly, as if waiting for her to continue.
Ou Ruoxi looked at her in the mirror and said softly, "As you can see, I am a writer. I have written countless bloody or affectionate love stories, but one day, my readers asked me why you
I have written so many love stories, but I still can’t understand this little thing like love.”
After a pause, she continued. "When I saw the reader's message under the book, I can't deny that my thinking was stagnant for a few minutes. What's more serious is that I actually asked her for such a question.
And lost sleep."
"..." The only answer Li Xiaoyou could give her was silence.
Because she seemed to know what a fucked up problem this was for Ou Ruoxi. It really hit her right in the heart, and hit the nail on the head.
"I have never talked directly to you about my affairs with Ye Wuchen, right? In fact, in his eyes, all kinds of chance encounters are not coincidences at all. I met him when I was a senior in high school. It is a bit corny to say that it was love at first sight.
, but it was indeed like that. It wasn’t until he regarded me as someone else’s woman and we went to bed that I realized how naive I was in my whimsical thinking. Ha..." Ou Ruoxi laughed, with a trace of helplessness on her delicate features,
But I felt a lot more relieved.
Only when a person has let it go will he be able to laugh calmly about the ups and downs of the past!
"But the little guy Ou Yunsen is not an accident. I thank God for allowing me to have this man's child, because Xiaosen is the wisest choice I have ever made in this world. You must understand this feeling, right?