Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chapter 117 Lin Qingxue's Thoughts

Lin Qingxue's voice echoed throughout the room.

Lin Xinrong and Feng Qian still had smiles on their faces that they hadn't had time to hide earlier.

At this moment, both his hands and body stiffened involuntarily.

The lively atmosphere at the dinner table quickly turned to freezing.

The surroundings fell silent.

Only the ceiling fans overhead in the hall were spinning loudly, making a creaking sound.

And then there was Lin Qingxue's slightly heavy breathing.

Available soon.

After speaking, Lin Qingxue realized that she had lost her composure.

Her eyes were lowered.

His hands, resting on his lap, were clenched tightly, his knuckles sinking deep into his school uniform pants.

For a moment, she felt a pang of regret.

He regretted the words he had just said because he was upset.

I also regretted why I had just changed to the incandescent light bulb above my head.

Lin Qingxue slowly raised her head.

His eyes held an overwhelming amount of emotion, and they even seemed to be glistening with tears.

The lights were far too bright.

This allows her emotions to be fully observed by everyone.

Even if this person... is one's own parents.

Lin Qingxue's hands were almost clenched into fists through her school uniform pants and legs.

"Why, why did you lie to me?"

She spoke in a hoarse voice, her voice briefly losing its quality.

Lin Xinrong and Feng Qian exchanged a glance.

They all carefully put down their chopsticks.

They didn't know what had happened to Lin Qingxue all of a sudden.

But they can sense it.

It's your own child blaming you.

Xiaoxue was clever and immediately saw through their lies.

Lin Xinrong scratched his head, looking embarrassed and guilty.

"Xiaoxue, I..."

He was about to speak.

But next second.

Lin Qingxue suddenly stood up.

The chair behind her moved backward slightly with her movement, making a rumbling sound.

Lin Xinrong and Feng Qian stared at her in a daze.

I don't quite understand.

Lin Qingxue had her head down, her long hair hanging down.

"I'm full, you guys continue eating."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards her room without looking back.

Until... a loud "bang".

The room door was closed.

The room fell silent immediately.

Lin Xinrong paused, then slowly looked away.

He turned to Feng Qian beside him and asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong with Xiaoxue?"

"This is the first time this child has acted like this in all these years."

Feng Qian's brows were also furrowed, her face full of unconcealed worry.

"I don't know, maybe we've been hiding it from her this time..."

She murmured softly, then paused slightly.

She remembered the boy on the mountain, who was also wearing the experimental high school uniform.

Feng Qian opened her mouth, but then closed it and closed her eyes, her face full of shame and self-blame.

After a long while.

She then whispered to Lin Xinrong.

"Pack everything up. It's too late today. You can give it to the neighbors tomorrow, or whatever you prefer. Just don't leave it inside."

"I'll go to the kitchen to heat up the scallion pancakes that Xiaoxue brought back; she probably hasn't had dinner yet either."

"Okay, then you go quickly, I'll take care of this."

"But this wine..."

Lin Xinrong hesitated for a moment.

Feng Qian glared at him.

"What are you waiting for? Let's wait for Old Li and his family next door to come back and give them some to drink."

"They said they went to the temple to pray for good fortune today, and that Wenyan did well on his exams, so they went to continue praying for good luck on the college entrance exams. They should be back soon."

"Okay, that's fine too..."

As they talked, they each got up and divided the tasks.

Inside the room.

The white walls have turned slightly yellow.

The space was also a bit cramped, barely enough room for a bed and a table.

There was also a wardrobe made of several pieces of plastic shells with narrow sides.

The desk was piled high with books from elementary school to high school.

At the very edge, there are several books that have been frequently read and are somewhat worn out.

Knowledge about Healthy Body

Simple Home Appliance Repair

...

They are all everyday books.

at this time.

Lin Qingxue was sitting at her desk with her head down.

His hands were on the table, sometimes clenching into fists, sometimes relaxing.

They went back and forth for a long time.

I don't know how much time passed.

finally..

Lin Qingxue leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What...what am I thinking?"

"It's clear...it's clear that we've already drawn a line, and it has nothing to do with me."

She murmured to herself with a hint of self-deprecation.

suddenly.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Xiaoxue? Can Mom come into the room?"

Lin Qingxue immediately sat up straight, tidied her somewhat messy hair, and picked up a book and placed it in front of her.

Only then did he speak without turning his head.

"Come in."

As her voice fell.

Squeak...

The room door was pushed open.

Feng Qian walked in carrying a bowl of scallion pancakes, and first looked at Lin Qingxue's back.

She was sitting upright with her head down, as if she were reading a book.

Feng Qian slowed her pace, walked over gently, and placed the bowl on the corner of the table next to her.

"Xiaoxue, stop reading for now, are you hungry? Eat something first."

Lin Qingxue didn't look up, but just glanced at it from the side.

"No need, this is for you to eat, I'm not hungry."

Upon hearing this...

Feng Qian remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Those dishes were all good food, it would be a waste to throw them away. I'll have your dad clean them up, and we'll see if any of the neighbors need extra food tomorrow."

"And the wine..."

Before she could finish speaking...

Lin Qingxue suddenly looked up.

"It's alright, keep them all."

"You and Dad have both had a long day, eat something good."

She paused for a moment before adding to the sentence.

"Tell Dad not to drink too much alcohol."

Feng Qian looked at the smile on Lin Qingxue's face.

His smile, which was already rare, seemed so forced and contrived when he smiled now.

"Xiaoxue..."

"mom..."

Lin Qingxue interrupted him again.