"I don't drink milk tea anymore." Xia Ruoqi said, turning her head to the waiter and saying, "Please, give me a glass of fresh orange juice, thank you."

Luo Xiheng's expression froze, and it took him a while to say awkwardly, "You used to...don't you really like drinking milk tea?"

Xia Ruoqi didn't answer, and didn't speak until the waiter left, "Luo Xiheng, people change."

She paused before continuing, "Emotions... the same."

Luo Xiheng looked deeply at Xia Ruoqi, and said after a while, "Why did you apply for the Department of Food and Beverage? I remember you told me that you were going to study jewelry design." [

Xia Ruoqi still said, "Luo Xiheng, people change." Especially after some major changes.

"I believe it." Luo Xiheng agreed with Xia Ruoqi's words.

During the conversation, the waiter brought up drinks, and Luo Xiheng nodded to him before continuing, "However, the dream will not change."

"You think things are too simple." Xia Ruoqi lowered her eyes, staring at the cup on the table, her vision became somewhat blurred uncontrollably.

She blinked quickly, pushing back the mist in her eyes, looked up, looked at Luo Xiheng, and pretended to be relaxed, "There is nothing in this world that will not change, including dreams."

"Ruoqi." Luo Xiheng looked at her seriously, his dark pupils exuded determination that he must know the answer, "Please tell me what happened. Otherwise, I won't be willing!"

Xia Ruoqi knew that what he said was serious, and also knew Luo Xiheng's character of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

It was also because of this that she agreed to talk to Luo Xiheng.

"Some things, it's better not to know than to know." Xia Ruoqi picked up the cup, took a sip of orange juice to moisten her throat.

Luo Xiheng looked at her without speaking.

"You have been to my aunt's house, so you should know that my parents are no longer there." Xia Ruoqi's eyes flickered.

"En." Luo Xiheng nodded.

At that time, when he heard the news from Ruoqi's aunt, he was very shocked.

However, no matter how he asked, Ruoqi's aunt kept silent, she just refused to tell him how Ruoqi's parents died.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't by your side at that time." Luo Xiheng lowered his head sadly. For more than a few months, he has been brooding over this matter.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like