"Cheers!" Luo Qingchen raised his glass. Today's wine glass was not red wine, but cola that emitted carbon dioxide.
The fragrant smell hits your nose, making your stomach growl.
Everything was so comfortable that she forgot the underlying uneasiness in her heart.
It was another late night with stars in the sky, and light snow falling in the sky. Ah Yue and Mo Tian cuddled up to sleep with their dolls in their arms. Mo Zechen helped her warm up a glass of milk. The two of them sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling skylight and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
In the end, he finally spoke the words that had been in his heart for a long time, the words that she had been waiting for a long, long time.
"I won't go to the wedding." Mo Zechen's deep eyes dimmed, and he looked at her and said, "Although you may feel shameful to say such things, if you must go, I want to hold your hand."
Luo Qingchen's hand holding the milk glass trembled slightly, and her eyes were slightly red.
She knew that Mo Zechen could say this to her personally. He must have hesitated for a long time before making this decision. In the end, he decided to follow his heart.
After a long time, Luo Qingchen didn't respond. He continued to speak nervously: "Why... don't you speak."
Does she feel that she has changed her mind and doesn’t appreciate it anymore when she gets it
Or do you feel that you are a person who likes the new and dislikes the old from the beginning to the end
Actually...it's no wonder she thinks so. After all, he himself thinks so, and he is such a person.
But the loving emotion never changes. He told himself that if he had this 'shameful' emotional change again in the future, he would completely admit that he was a scumbag!
"No, I just feel very touched!" Luo Qingchen took a sip of milk, looked at him and said, "Thank you for choosing me without knowing anything. Mo Zechen is really a very, very good person."
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 90%.
After all, he was attracted to her again. No matter which time and space you are in, no matter which plane you are in, no matter what your identity is.
As long as she is Luo Qingchen, he will be able to find her with his own feelings and use all methods.
"You won't think that I am someone who is not very professional when it comes to feelings..."
"No!" Before Mo Zechen finished speaking, Luo Qingchen interrupted him, looked into his eyes as dark as stars and said, "You will never be that kind of person in my heart!"
"But I can't make you a promise."
"I don't need it!"
"Girl..."
"Mo Zechen." Luo Qingchen called out his name softly, her clear eyes trembling slightly as she said, "If you like someone, you must rely on your own heart to move forward, because in that way, no matter how big the storm is, you will always be there. There will be no obstacles.”
After a long time, Mo Zechen raised his right hand, touched her head and said, "Touch your head..."
It was a sleepless night, whether it was Luo Qingchen or Mo Zechen, Pei Dandan or Jiang Yiliang.
None of the four of them could sleep peacefully because tomorrow would be a grand marriage between two major families in City A.
In this wedding that caused a sensation in City A, the male protagonist had disappeared for a whole day, and no one could find her.
And Pei Dandan was alone in the room trying on a wedding dress designed by a Milan gold medal designer, which was unique in the world.
She wore heavy makeup and flaming red lips. A pair of empty eyes were filled with endless hatred, and she hated the world once again.
How unfair, God gave her this identity, but didn't give her a perfect ending. (To be continued)