"I'm afraid. I'm afraid that when I look back, I'll find that everything is just an illusion!" Tang Rou only said two words and couldn't say the rest.
Han Xiaohan sighed secretly. What is Xiaorou afraid of? Is she afraid of my return? Is she afraid that she can't face me? Why is it like this? ! His heart twitched, as if it was stabbed by a needle. Maybe, I shouldn't have come! Han Xiaohan looked up and smiled bitterly. He was originally very close to Tang Rou, and subconsciously took two steps back.
Tang Rou didn't speak, and Han Xiaohan didn't speak either. For the two silent people, time seemed to have stood still.
Tang Rou didn't dare to speak. She was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, everything that made her heart beat would disappear like bubbles. She lowered her head and remained silent.
Han Xiaohan didn't want to talk. He felt that he was redundant in front of Tang Rou, and the words of a redundant person could only be redundant nonsense. He looked up and remained silent.
At this time, the lights flashed, and the handsome young man drove back. The car stopped not far from Han Xiaohan and Tang Rou. He saw Tang Rou standing at the door of the dormitory, and a stranger in black standing behind her. Although neither of them spoke, he could feel that Tang Rou knew this stranger.
The handsome young man quickly got out of the car and asked, "Xiao Rou, who is he?"
Tang Rou's slender and delicate body was shocked and she turned around abruptly. She did not see the handsome young man, but was lost in a pair of eyes that were as dark as the night but as bright as the stars, Han Xiaohan's eyes.
"Xiao...Xiao Han!" Tang Rou was in a trance, standing there blankly. Until now, she was still not sure whether Han Xiao Han in front of her was real. After a long while, she asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Han, is it really you? Are you really back?" As she spoke, she slowly reached out her hand and touched his clothes. Only the real touch could make her believe that he was not an illusory shadow. Han Xiao Han's mood at this time was mixed, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy. All kinds of feelings intertwined together, making him feel an indescribable sense of depression in his heart. He slid his feet and lightly retreated more than four meters, with a wry smile on his face and a long sigh.
"Xiao Han..." Tang Rou looked at him in confusion. The handsome young man's face changed. Han Xiaohan seemed to be sliding lightly, but he floated four meters away without shaking, like a leaf flying in the wind. This is not only achieved by good body skills, but also requires super strong internal strength to support it. What a powerful kung fu! Who could this person be? "Xiao Rou, are you okay?!" The young man walked to Tang Rou's side in two steps and looked up. At this time, he saw Han Xiaohan's appearance clearly and couldn't help but take a deep breath: So beautiful! ! Han Xiaohan has curved eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. There is a faint glow flowing on the surface. The whole person looks like a porcelain jade doll, and like a fairy who has walked out of a painting. The young man was stunned for a long time and murmured, "Who are you?"
Who am I? Han Xiaohan laughed with his face up. After a while, he stopped laughing and said faintly, "Han Xiaohan!"
Ah! The handsome young man took a breath when he heard the name. He was very familiar with Han Xiaohan, and he knew the relationship between Han Xiaohan and Tang Rou even better. As the rumors said, Han Xiaohan's appearance would probably make any beautiful woman jealous. He secretly clenched his fist, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" As he spoke, he got closer to Tang Rou.