Her clear temples and hair hanging down playfully curled around her neck as white as a cherry blossom. She smiled lightly and carelessly, but behind her elegant and beautiful face, she fluttered unruly transparent wings.
"Please, get out." Her voice was very calm, so calm that there was no tremor in her voice. She looked at Yin Lu calmly, and stared at Yin Lu calmly. The extremely calm words slowly came out of her mouth.
As the flow came out, Yin Lu felt a sudden chill in his heart, a chill that penetrated his heart and lungs!!
"..." Yin Lu lowered his head, and Xin Qing responded with a long silence. She sneered softly. Her eyes swept over Yin Lu, and she picked up the fragments and flowers in her hand.
The smile that overflowed from the corner of his mouth was both real and illusory. He raised his hands slightly and smiled fearlessly: "Yin Lu, when I saw Gong Yiling coming back, you were not very happy. I wanted to comfort you, but now it seems
, there is no need at all, you are very kind."
... He was stunned, as if he had been filled with lead, unable to move a step.
"Xia Xinqing, isn't it just a pot of flowers? What's the big deal? There are many more beautiful and precious flowers in this world than yours. If you want it, I'll buy ten pots for you. You want to do this.
What?" His tone was full of anger, but also a little lacking in confidence. Yin Lu actually didn't dare to look directly into Xin Qing's eyes.
"Yes, it's just a pot of flowers. It's no big deal. You don't have to go to war with me and get angry at me over a pot of flowers. This flower doesn't deserve this, and I don't deserve this either." Sweat beads flowed continuously from Xia Xinqing's forehead.
When he came down, there was still the smell of tears in it. His eyes swept over him sharply.
Her face was white, her eyes were indifferent, but there was a soft smile on her lips, and she said lightly: "It's just... nothing can replace this flower."
...Yin Lu was stunned in place, Xin Qing had already rushed into his room, holding the fragment and the flower.
Xinqing hugged those things alone and huddled in the corner of her bed without saying a word. In the blink of an eye, it was night, and Yin Lu stood in the garden for a long time, but neither one took the initiative to look for the other.
Silent night sky, cool moonlight.
The crystal tears fell gently.
Drop by drop, flickering on and off. Her face was pale, and her whole body seemed to be shaking constantly. Her flaxen hair was gently lifted by the night wind, and her frowning eyebrows could be clearly seen.
Yin Lu was standing outside the door, holding bandages, disinfectant, and a medical kit in his hands. He refused to go in. Xin Qing sat inside and refused to come out.
"It's really not a big deal, it's just that you deprived me of my warmth once." Xinqing's eyes lowered to the broken flower.
... Yin Lu pursed her lower lip... Is this stupid woman so hard to get along with herself?