Chapter 528: The figure in the long night 2
Cheng Haochen then left.
Yu Keqing got up and walked out of the balcony. Today, just like yesterday, there were still paper airplanes everywhere.
It's just that what I said on the plane this morning was different from what I said yesterday morning.
Yesterday, every frame had the same sentence written on it: Ke Qing, please believe me, I only have you in my heart.
It seems different today.,
She picked up one of them and it said: Ke Qing, I miss you very much.
She picked up another one: Ke Qing, where are you?
She kept picking up the plane on the ground and looking at it. Each sentence had different words written on it.
Keqing, how are you doing?
Ke Qing, if I can't find you again, I will go crazy.
Ke Qing, I dreamed of you again last night
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It wasn't until she picked up one of them that she realized that these were the words he wanted to say to her in the two years since she left.
Her cold heart began to relax a little, as if a ray of sunshine had penetrated into the ice cellar, and it was no longer so cold.
However, she still didn't dare to move.
Because she knew that Cheng Haochen was very good at coaxing people, she was afraid that this was just a trick on his part.
She couldn't believe him just because she was confused by a momentary emotion.
Those photos would appear in her every trance,
Those photos seemed not to be made of paper, but blades, which made her heart bleed every time.
No matter how hard she tried to hide, she couldn't escape that scene.
She lowered her head to pick up the paper airplanes on the ground, feeling confused...
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Night has fallen on the earth again.
It's just that tonight, there are no brilliant stars and no vast night sky.
There are just dark clouds all over the sky and strong winds.
Cheng Haochen's figure appeared in front of the villa again.
Tonight, he looked even more tired than last night.
There was an unconcealable tiredness in his outline, and his eyes were deeply sunken.
He had not slept for two nights. Every morning, after he left, he went home, took a shower, and then returned to the company to work.
I would take a short break at noon every day, and then start working again.
The high-intensity work and psychological pressure made him extremely exhausted.
The uncontrollable pain in his chest made him unable to breathe, and he felt like he was suffocating every minute.
But he had to come here. When he came here, he could occasionally hear Xiaohan's cry.
You can also see the light coming from the balcony.
Only in this way will he feel at ease.
He kept folding paper airplanes over and over again, flying one after another toward her balcony.
What I write tonight is: Keqing, Xiaohan, I love you.
Every plane has this sentence written on it.
This chapter has been completed!