The day of parting came soon.
Just like coming here, they left here without taking anything. Dongfang Han was about to walk out the door while supporting Zhuo Lin when he was stopped by a voice.
"Satsuki... Dongfang Han."
Dongfang Han paused, and looked back at Dongfang Wuyue, as if he had thought of something. Before he could speak, he asked himself: "Are you planning to live here forever?"
Dongfang Wuyue did not answer, but subconsciously glanced at Yin who was staring at them.
Seeing his thoughts, Dongfang Han stopped asking. That's right, he lives here well, he has no worries about food, clothes, and things that make him nostalgic, so why bother to disturb his current comfortable life.
They should be the ones who should leave.
"Let Silver give you a ride."
Hearing this, the two of Dongfang Han were taken aback. But the man in front of him straightened his face and dropped a cold sentence: "If something happens to you, I will be in trouble!"
"I see." Dongfang Han no longer declined.
"Then let's go, uncle..." She paused before saying, "Please take care!"
Seeing the backs of the two men descending the mountain, and seeing that the girl was about to leave her sight, Dongfang Wuyue hurriedly stepped forward two steps, "Xiaoyue..." Dongfang Wuyue who was about to call her name stopped again , Because he remembered that she had told him countless times not to call this name again.
Ah, he knows that she still hates the Dongfang family and hates him.
At this time, he took out the worn-out doll in his pocket, remembering that it was his birthday that year, and the girl made it to him.
"Uncle, it would be nice if you were my father. Then Xiaoyue would be very happy." The girl said to him with a sweet smile.
A sensible child, blood-soluble family affection, good expectations. But overnight, it was ruthlessly destroyed.
Dongfang Wuyue suddenly discovered that she hadn't remembered her birthday from beginning to end.
At this moment, he raised his head and looked forward. The child had already disappeared from his own eyes, just as she suddenly disappeared that year.
He knew that he and her were destined to never have any intersection, and even this difference, perhaps the last time.
Maybe this is the so-called arrangement of fate.
He curled his lips, put away the doll in his hand, turned and walked back to the house.
Know how, don't recognize how.
He knew that someone would accompany her instead of him in the future, that was enough.
Dongfang Han, you must and must live well.
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"What's the matter?" Walking on the road, Dongfang Han found that Zhuolin was a little absent-minded, and asked.
"I..." The words paused, and he looked back at the place that was no longer visible, his expression became a little complicated.
A few hours ago, Dongfang Wuyue asked him to say something. But he couldn't speak to Dongfang Han with these words, because that was what the man asked of him.
"Dongfang Han... If, I mean if—" Before Zhuo Lin finished speaking, Dongfang Han suddenly grabbed his hand and he was shocked.
"There is no if. After I left here, I never had any intersection with him. No matter what the relationship between us is, the favor he owed me has been paid, so there will be no future. I will not disturb his life anymore. ."
Seeing her look calm, her tone was flat without any ups and downs, at this moment, Zhuo Lin suddenly understood something and couldn't help but chuckle.
That's fine.
There are some things that don’t need to be said too clear, whether it’s silly or ignorant.
He believes that hatred can be resolved, pain can be diminished, and good memories will not be forgotten.
Even if the two decide that they will have nothing to do with each other in the future, it would be nice to have the best ever.