She obviously tried so hard to stay by his side, but in the end she got nothing.
At this moment, Du Xing suddenly thought about what she had been doing all these years since no one except Luo Qingchen could stay with Du Jiu Sheng.
What on earth are you doing...
After that day, Du Jiu Sheng never appeared at home again.
Even though I spent a lot of time renovating the wardrobe in my new house, I still don’t want to step foot into that home.
Probably because Luo Qingchen's disappearance made him understand many things.
What he valued, his family never valued as much as he did, even—
Both his mother and Du Xing have always blocked happiness. Only his father will drink two glasses of wine with him from time to time on a night that he misses so much.
"Jiusheng! You are my son and I have always been proud of you. Even the person you choose, my father is very satisfied. But things are fickle, so don't be too persistent."
Whenever this happens, Du Jiusheng will always drink a glass of wine with a smile and respond: "I understand, Dad."
Du Ling naturally knew that this 'I understand' was just Du Jiu Sheng's perfunctory words.
But he knew his son's temperament, so he didn't ask any more questions. Until, the two of them finished their drinks in silence and returned to their rooms -
Du Jiusheng would always say silently to the air: "I will wait for her until death."
This was the promise Du Jiu Sheng made to Luo Qingchen when he was alone, acting like a fool or a madman.
It's just that Luo Qingchen couldn't hear this so-called promise.
Time flies by very quickly. The investigation on Murong has been completed for most of the time, and before you know it, it's the second year.
Du Jiu Sheng is still looking for her fiancée in a huge time and space, but the second year has passed.
Not only did he lose the news about Luo Qingchen, he even lost the news about Luo Qianmu.
Third year, fourth year, fifth year...
It wasn't until the fifth year that all the stories really kicked off.
In these five years, not only Du Jiu Sheng suffered from longing, but Luo Qingchen also suffered.
After Nian An was born, someone finally opened the hotel door for her. It was the hundredth day after Nian An was born.
Luo Qingchen was almost at the point of threatening death. Luo Qianmu finally couldn't bear to put his sister through such suffering and opened the door of the hotel.
A gust of cold wind blew in my face, and the hotel's corridor was filled with flowers.
Maybe you can't call this place a hotel, because it's not a hotel at all.
Luo Qingchen shivered and felt extremely cold. Judging by the time, it should be close to spring now, so it can't be so cold.
"Where is this place?" Luo Qingchen asked in surprise: "Why is it so cold?"
"This is Muxian Island in Antarctica." Xiaohong looked at her and said, "This is an island, and it is very close to Antarctica. This island can be regarded as the young master's base."
"How many floors are here."
"Sixth floor."
"This is a villa, right?"
"yes."
Luo Qingchen knew that his initial judgment was wrong. This was not a high-rise hotel.
The reason she couldn't hear anything was because there was no one here.
"I want to return to China." Luo Qingchen looked at Xiao Hong and said, "Since my brother has opened this door for me, why don't you let me return to China?"
"Miss, you can't go back."
"Why?"
"It takes two days and two nights to sail from the nearest airport, but the young master has given orders that no ships can approach here."