I, Qing Huan

When Sun Xuxue came out of her room, she just heard Zhu Qinghuan say the two cruelest words to Nanyang in the gentlest tone at the top of the stairs:

"Don't waste time on me, it's really not worth it."

"I won't like you."

Sun Xuxue watched Zhu Qinghuan walk upstairs with a pale face, his steps were quick and anxious, as if he wanted to escape from this place immediately. She was tight in her heart. Zhu Qinghuan's words like this were really hurtful. What would Nan Yang feel like?

She walked towards the living room lightly, with the living room light still on. She saw Nanyang standing there, watching Zhu Qinghuan's disappearing stairway for a long time. After Zhu Qinghuan left, Nanyang seemed to have returned to the icy cold of the past. With only one back, he could feel the zen silence all over his body.

It may be twenty minutes or half an hour. Nanyang moved as if waking up from a big dream, her back was a little stiff, she slowly walked back to the coffee table, picked up the dirty dishes and went to the kitchen to wash dishes.

Sun Xuxue hurriedly ran over: "Ancestor, let me wash it."

Nanyang stood by the sink, glanced at Sun Xuxue lightly, and said, "It's okay, it's just a bowl."

But Sun Xuxue clearly saw that Nan Yang's right hand holding the dishcloth was shaking.

"Ancestor, actually you..." Sun Xuxue felt aggrieved and felt wronged for Nan Yang. "Why do you do this? The more you are like this, the less appreciated she will be."

"I don't know, this is a bad idea." Nan Yang's low voice escaped in the kitchen without lights.

"Then you..."

"But I have no other choice." Nan Yang's lips bend bitterly, "Isn't it?"

Because I love you, I have no choice but to be nice to you.

Sun Xuxue has never been in a relationship, and she would not understand this truth.

"But she really can't get in, I think..." Sun Xuxue was angry for Nanyang.

"Xuxue, you are used to thinking about things from my perspective, so when I don't get a response, you will think that the other party has a problem." Nanyang put the washed bowl on the table and rubbed the porcelain bowl with wet hands. Margin, "But, not every one of her has to fall in love with me. To her, after all, I am just someone I have never met before. She has a life track that belongs to her and other things that she values, she doesn’t have to Because of my obsession, I have to respond to me. My memories and my obsessions, in the final analysis, are just me."

Nan Yang lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, "So, don't think it's her fault. Speaking of it, I should be more disgusted by the lingering spirit."

Sun Xuxue felt that her nose was sore. She can understand what Nanyang said, but how can such Nanyang not make people feel bad?

She dedicated her eternal time to the reunion with her deceased. She loves so deeply, she should be crazy. But she was still so gentle, respecting each new soul of Qing Huan gently.

Sun Xuxue heard from Sun Guohui that in one lifetime, Nanyang found Qinghuan a little late. She already has a man she loves, a firm and unswerving love. Nanyang didn't say or did anything, but when she got married, she attended the wedding banquet as a stranger. She gave an unsigned flower basket, sat on the table, and watched her walk towards her happiness in her wedding dress. After that, she left the city. During that lifetime, Nanyang never bothered her again. The only time she met with her in that lifetime was when she used her eyes to walk her away on the most beautiful red carpet in her life.

Will she be sad? Will she cry secretly on the night of the wedding banquet?

Except for Nanyang himself, I am afraid no one can know.

If it were not because this was her ninety-ninth, if it were not because she had the possibility of recovering her memory, Nanyang would never allow Mei Zhongli to forcibly bind her to her side in the form of marriage. She put all her hopes on Zhu Qinghuan, so she was so embarrassed to her. She did not hesitate to bury herself in the humble soil. As long as there is the possibility of seeing the sun again, she was willing to disappoint herself a thousand times. Million times.

Just for reunion.