"Didn't you already guess on the phone that the letter was from me?" Lan Zhi smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, this is the only thing I did on my own. I wonder if he would blame me in that place."
Luo Qingchen bit her lip, took out all the letters from the belt and put them on the table. She looked at her with red eyes and yelled: "Why don't you answer my question-"
The desk is covered with letters and envelopes, from the elegant handwriting to the crooked and shaky handwriting.
These thirty-six letters, each piece of paper is densely filled with words.
Just three words - I'm sorry.
There is nothing else to say except sorry.
No explanation, not even a word, except sorry, just sorry.
"Because Qingchen is so smart, the answer should already be there. He also often said that his Qingchen is too smart..." Lan Zhi shrugged and chuckled: "Otherwise, how could you come to me with your personality?"
"I... I don't know." Luo Qingchen looked away, her eyes becoming increasingly red and slightly misty.
"Zhizhi, your milk, miss, your juice." Dayue's appearance interrupted their conversation. He smiled and said, "You are the first friend of Zhizhi that I have ever met."
"Qingchen—" Lan Zhi took the young man's hand and said, "His name is Dayue, and he is my fiancé."
"Fiancé..."
"We will hold a wedding in London next month, just the two of us." Lan Zhi shrugged and said with a bright smile: "Dayue's family died in the plane crash, and I... have no friends."
The next second, Dayue gently touched her head and said: "Yes! I said that Zhizhi's character is too introverted, and she can't be friends with anyone. But I like her like this, because in this way she It only belongs to me."
"Okay! Go and do your work first!"
"Okay, let's talk."
After Dayue left, Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, looking at Lan Zhi with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Introverted? Are you such a person?"
She had been her roommate for so long, but she never knew he was an introvert.
"You know I'm not." Lan Zhi put her chin in her hands and chuckled, "But I have to be that person because I promised a young man that I would help him act out a fairy tale."
At this moment, Lan Zhi's eyes turned red unconsciously. If she had reached out to cover her eyes, tears might have fallen.
Luo Qingchen's heart, which was originally filled with smoke, seemed to gradually clear away the clouds.
But she wanted to take a step back, to stand in the smoke, not to come out.
"I... don't know what you are talking about." Luo Qingchen quickly sorted out the letters on the table and said, "I'm leaving first."
"Qingchen—" The next second, Lan Zhi suddenly grabbed her wrist and said: "Three years, time can heal many things. In fact, I don't know when you will find out, maybe three years, maybe thirty Years. But for him, what he hopes is that you never know about it in this life."
"Stop talking..." Luo Qingchen lowered his eyes, tears falling uncontrollably at this moment.
She didn't know why she was crying when she didn't know anything, but the feeling of despair flooding into her heart was so cold.
"But I think..." Lan Zhi said with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "He is so miserable that if I ask him what he wants to say to you, he can write it down, but he will always only write those three words."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." (To be continued)