Jian Qing stood at the top of the stairs, looking at Luo Xi's back as if she had lost her soul, and lamented again Many things in the world are forced by love, but they are not forced by love.
No matter what happens to them later, they have to bear the responsibility of their own choices.
Everything is a given.
Three days passed quickly.
Luo Xi celebrated her 23rd birthday in her life.
March 14, 0314, a number used by men as passwords for countless devices.
Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel my nose getting sore.
Life is always like this.
The story is not moving enough, but the storyteller will always shed tears.
The numbers ticked inexorably on the clock.
Today is her last day at Jingrui Haoting.
Just like when high school is about to start and the last day of leaving home is hard to let go.
It's always when I'm about to leave that I become a little greedy for the smell of this house, or in other words, someone in this house.
Even though she understands the truth, sometimes the story is too provocative and her emotions play a role, making her unable to let go.
But, she was destined to leave.
Before, he left because he wanted to be free, but now there is another reason, and that is his well-being.
The two of them are like two balloons filled with spikes.
No matter who is willing to take the first step or who wants to get closer, all the other will feel is hurt.
Luo Xi wore a high-collared white sweatshirt to cover the bruises on her neck that had not yet gone away.
She pulled her sleeves long to cover the light gauze that had not yet been removed from her palms.
She pushed open the door.
The sunlight was so bright that she couldn't help but squint her eyes.
Who said that every day of dancing in the wind is a tribute to life.
After all, it was her birthday, so she still had to go through a simple ceremony.
Even if she just had a bite of the cream cake, it would be a special day that was not in vain.
Jian Qing brought breakfast back from outside and put it on the table, "Morning, Luoxi."
"Morning."
Luo Xi managed to maintain his energy and said hello to him.
"Let's eat."
"Is he awake?"
Luo Xi glanced upstairs.
"Not yet, do you plan to leave today?"
Luo Xi gave a soft "hmm" and looked away from upstairs.
She sat on the sofa and took an egg and peeled it bit by bit.
Jian Qing didn't ask again.
Three days was enough for her to figure out what she wanted to do.
After all, whether you like someone, whether they are compatible, and whether they can be together are three different questions.
The two of them were probably defeated on the third question.
No matter if Luo Xi leaves, given Jing Mohao's current physical condition, it would be better for her not to be there Luo Xi finished his meal quietly, Jian Qing was already making tea, and Luo Xi stood up.
"Jian Qing, thank you for taking care of me during this time.
I'll leave first."
Jian Qing stood up politely, straightened her white shirt, and stretched out a hand, "Take care."
"Thank you."
Luo Xi held his hands with sincerity.
During this time, she didn't know how many times she said thank you to him, but other than thank you, she couldn't find any words to express her gratitude to him.
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She let go of her hands and walked quickly to the door, fearing that if she were a little slower, tears would fall from her already hot eyes.
Li Xian still stood in a suit of steel, "Miss Luo."
Seeing Li Xian leading Luo Xi out of the door, Jian Qing shook her head slightly and walked upstairs to check on Jing Mohao
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