his allure

Chapter 207 It's not hand in hand, but can't let go
Lu Xicheng ignored the grief in her eyes, just smiled, and said every word calmly, "Are you tired today? Gentleman, I'll take you out to eat tonight, okay?"

Zheng said softly, "Okay."

They are all pretending not to know, whitewashing the superficial peace.

Zheng Qingnian thought, if this is what he wanted, she would actually be willing to cooperate.

It's just that she forgot that there is a life between the two of them, and it is impossible to ignore it if they touch it or not.

All the contradictions finally came to an end at night.

Zheng Qingwei found the photo album from the study, the one Sheng Yinran gave her, about her mother.

The photo album was put in the safe, and the password was Zheng Qingqing's birthday.She opened it after only one try.

To a certain extent, she understands how much Lu Xicheng loves her, but she also understands that their entanglement is pathological.

The gods and couples in the eyes of the world are those who support each other and join hands for a lifetime.

However, she and Lu Xicheng were not.

There is a symbiotic relationship between them.

When they lost each other, they lost everything.Not hand in hand, but can not let go.

That's why they live in such pain and entanglement.

Ordinary lovers, burdened with such an entangled past, would probably choose to set each other free.

But they won't, they will try their best to keep each other by their side, no matter the cost.

If there is only one person left between them, then even if the other person lives alone, he is nothing more than a walking dead.

Therefore, Zheng Qingqing felt that there was nothing he could do.

She couldn't give up on Lu Xicheng, but she couldn't just stand by and watch the death of her best friend.

When Lu Xicheng stood up to her, she was sitting on the floor of the study room, the light was dim, shining on her thin and thin back, the position of her butterfly bones was abrupt, and she became more and more lonely.

He was standing right behind her, and seeing the photo album in her hand from the corner of the eye, his heart felt cold every inch of it.

He walked towards her step by step, as if he knew how hopeless he was, towards her.

He spoke behind her, his voice trembling: "Gently, don't look."

Her back was stiff for a moment, and then she relaxed, with a little unconscious weakness: "Xicheng, I'm sorry, I can't turn a blind eye."

For a long time, there was silence.

Zheng gently grasped the album with his hand, almost unconscious.

There was a sound of footsteps, Zheng Weiwei saw Lu Xicheng standing in front of her, then he squatted down, looked at her, and asked gently: "You must pursue it, don't you?"

There was a glint of water in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and did not speak.

Lu Xicheng remembered that when he was young, there would always be children laughing and calling him an illegitimate child of an unknown father. The child's words were unscrupulous, maybe he didn't have any malicious intentions.

But he hates, he really hates.

Compared with the unknown father, he actually hated his mother more.

He hated her cowardice when she was crying alone at night, hated her for being able to have no bottom line just because she loved someone, having a child out of wedlock, and bearing a lifetime of infamy.

But today, he felt that he might understand her.

After all, when you love someone, there is no bottom line.

Hearing his voice of compromise, Lu Xicheng said, "Don't cry lightly, I will let you find Shen Zhao, and I will accompany you to find out what happened, as long as you don't cry."

Zheng Weiqing's tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally slipped down.

She hugged him, as she did many times in the past, very tightly.

She cried, her tone broken: "Xicheng, this is the last time. This matter is over, and I will never look for him again."

(End of this chapter)