Everyone was stunned and all their eyes fell on Mo Zechen. Snowflakes were falling in the sky, and such a good-looking boy had such a desperate look in his eyes.
He didn't seem to hear anyone calling him from behind, but stumbled and rushed forward desperately.
At this moment, Luo Qingchen raised her right hand, firmly grasped his hand, and used all her strength to pull him towards her.
"Don't move-" She whispered these two words in his ear, but Luo Qingchen felt that these two words used up all the strength in her life.
Holding his broad shoulders, his hands were still shaking.
I was deeply afraid that he would jump off the railway track on impulse.
I don't know if my embrace is too warm or my tone is too firm. At this moment, Mo Zechen did not resist, but was quietly held by her.
The world seemed to have stopped, and the front of the originally chaotic darkness suddenly became bright.
"You..." His low and slightly trembling voice sounded slowly, sounding like a cello in his ears.
But he didn't say any more. He was waiting... for a completely impossible answer.
He feels that he shouldn't even live in a world where science is paramount, because all these terrible feelings are too incredible...
"I am Luo Qingchen..." With a choked voice, she took a deep breath and gritted her teeth and said, "I used to be Luo Qingchen, then I was Qingjiu, and now..."
She paused, nodded slightly, crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes, looked deeply at Mo Zechen and said, "I am your little girl."
Luo Qingchen didn't know if Mo Zechen could understand what she said, but she knew that she could sense from his eyes that his heart must be absolutely turbulent at this moment.
"I really hope... that the ending will be the same as I imagined." Mo Zechen relaxed his eyebrows, smiled faintly, and held his hands tightly around her waist, trembling slightly.
"Same, same, same!"
She said 'the same' three times in a row, feeling filled with emotion.
There is a kind of tacit understanding called knowing each other and cherishing each other. He understands what she wants to say. Even if it was the answer, he would understand it without her having to say it herself...
"What kind of drink do you want to drink tonight?" Mo Zechen gently touched her head. At this moment, he could finally let go. He could finally tell himself... He is not that kind of person!
The person he likes is always the same and never changes.
Even though... I have been confused, questioned, and panicked...
"Let's have hot pot." Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, looked at him and said, "I want something spicy tonight."
"good."
"I still want to eat crabs."
"good."
"Another big bottle of Coke?"
"good."
"Mo Zechen..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"I don't know how to explain it, but I really tried hard to come to you..."
"I know." Mo Zechen looked at her deeply with his dark eyes and placed a kiss between her eyebrows.
Like snowflakes, as light as mist, yet so profound.
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She mostly learned about what happened next by watching the news.
Pei Dandan was not dead. At the critical moment, her body turned sideways, but her legs were run over by the train.
Chongqin is still in the intensive care unit and is not out of danger.
Luo Qingchen felt that whether she was dead or alive, it had nothing to do with her.
After all, even if he survived like this, it would only be more painful.
As for what happened between them on the platform, except for the help of the system, the rest of the things were suppressed by the Mo family. (To be continued)