Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"If the heart ..." She looked back, but for a long time she never said it again. It was as if she had been found. She didn't want him to see it, but she still saw it.

Jiang Yao was a little sad. I didn't know how to comfort this friend. She hesitated a bit, and finally left her with a look of disappointment.

Outside the door, a slight wind blows from time to time, it seems to be able to dry the water on Xia Ruoxin's face, but after the air is dried, it will soon fall.

"If you want to cry, just cry out. I know you're upset," Jiang Yao let go of Xia Ruoxin's hand, very worried that her picture seemed to collapse.

Chulu is her world. Without Chulu, her world may really be gone.

And Xia Ruoxin turned around again, and secretly wiped away the tears on his own face, and the eyes cleaned by the tears were particularly bright, which was also extremely sentimental.

When she turned around, a faint smile began to appear on her face. Such an empty smile made Jiang Yao feel a little distressed.

"Jiang Yao, don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing? And it's not necessarily what I look at. Maybe it's just his ordinary friend?" She smiled with too much reluctance, just ordinary Friends? Would he treat her like that to a friend? Their hands would be held together so intimately, would they have that look, that look?

She couldn't even convince herself now, how could she persuade others.

Jiang Yao froze her lips. She closed her eyes. She was weak and did n’t know what to say. She knew that Xia Ruoxin had always been stubborn. Stubbornness was sad and stubborn. But she could n’t help her. No one can let her die of Chu Li, except herself.

"Ruoxin, if one day," she put her hands on Xia Ruoxin's shoulders, with a very serious tone, "if one day you find that no one loves you, then, as you remember, you must love Don't give up on yourself. "

Xia Ruo's heart froze, then nodded her head slightly. This sentence was so desolate that no one loved it. In fact, she now has no one in love.

"I will, you can rest assured," she smiled and nodded, agreeing, not knowing whether to comfort herself or Jiang Yao.

When Jiang Yao left, Xia Ruoxin returned to the western restaurant. She wanted to see more clearly, knowing that her heartache could not be added, but she still came.

When she stood at the door, she found that the person sitting at the table was empty, and the empty seats seemed to reflect the shadows of the two people, but now there was only the hollow under her eyes.

She walked out, staring blankly at the sky outside, and the dark sky was depressed, and maybe there would be a rain soon.

She stopped her footsteps, and looked at people coming and going, her long eyelashes were hidden from time to time, and a drop of transparent tears fell from her eyes, silent.

She was finally sitting in a car, and she clenched her hand numbly.

Miss, where are you going? The driver asked.

Xia Ruo looked at the outside with a dismay, wherever she was going, she seemed unable to go.

"Miss, where are you going?" The driver asked again, a little impatient. He had already asked three times. This woman would not be a lunatic who ran out of the doctor.

"Go to the Chu Group," she finally said these four words, but no one knew how much effort she had used to say them.