"You... what did you say?" Although the surroundings were noisy, Ye Qing still heard what Luo Qingchen said.
There was joy deep in my heart, and an unprecedented excitement.
"Wait a minute—" Luo Qingchen raised her hand and instantly turned around to look around.
The surrounding lights alternated between warm and cold, but that familiar voice was nowhere to be seen.
"What...are you looking for?" Ye Qing looked at her very puzzled, feeling a sense of loss in his originally excited heart.
"Didn't you say that the venue is reserved today?" Luo Qingchen frowned slightly and said, "Is there anyone else?"
"How do you know?" Ye Qing was a little surprised. After all, he didn't know much about the bar.
His cousin told him that after all, there was still business to be done, and things like booking a venue were relatively rare, and it wouldn’t be so noisy if he made more money.
"It's nothing." Her eyebrows trembled slightly, she shook her head and said, "I drank too much just now, and I recognized the wrong person. Don't take it to heart."
She could clearly feel that Ye Qing's eyes dimmed, and it made people feel a little distressed when his sunny face showed sadness.
But she had no choice. No matter how she handled this matter, there would be flaws. But she is not a great saint, she has her own tasks and her own punishments.
She could make those who had bullied her suffer a bad end on behalf of her original owner, but she really couldn't do it when it came to relationships.
This opportunistic way of completing the task made her feel uncomfortable, but it was the only way.
"So can I ask who the person Qingchen wants to say he likes?" Ye Qing smiled helplessly, touched the back of his head and said, "I just think that person is particularly lucky, so I'm just asking."
"Are you lucky?" For the first time, when facing Ye Qing, she faced her with her truest self.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth and she said, "If I have to mention the word 'lucky', I must be luckier than him."
Looking at each other, Ye Qing seemed not to be able to clearly understand the light in her eyes, but he knew very clearly...
There could never be any other relationship between them than friends.
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At the same time, Xitang Bridge.
The rain was pouring down, and there was no pedestrian on the bridge. Lu Juefeng stood in the middle of the bridge, letting the rain hit him.
He closed his eyes and gently pressed his heart with his right hand. It really hurt...
"You don't look good. Is the wound cracked?" Tan Xiao hurriedly caught up with him, held the umbrella above his head and said, "You are talking! What is the situation?"
Lu Juefeng suddenly left the bar holding his chest just now. He was a little worried and followed him, leaving Mo Ling to stay and protect Luo Qingchen.
It seems like something is really going on right now...
"What's going on? You guessed about it, didn't you?" He held the guardrail tightly with his left hand, and his fingertips gradually turned white.
It really hurts, the kind of pain that makes you suffocate. No matter how hard you try to tell yourself 'I don't care' or 'I don't care', it's useless.
It was like a slow poison, eroding his heart bit by bit. Inadvertently, the poison has spread all over the body, and no medicine or stone can cure it.
"Master Feng..." Looking at his slightly pale face and sad eyes, even the usually outgoing Tan Xiao looked at him with a serious face and said in a low voice: "I don't even know you like this anymore..."
"I don't even know him anymore." Lu Juefeng laughed at himself: "But I am more awake now than ever." (To be continued)