his allure

Chapter 297 To what extent do you want to torture each other?

She is not very willing to eat these days, and even her five senses are a little dull.

Shen Zhao took a chopstick of food for her, and said softly, "Ah Qing, eat more, you have lost a lot of weight."

Zheng gently looked at the vegetables with chopsticks in the bowl for a long time, put down the chopsticks, and ran to the sink to vomit.

Shen Zhao's face darkened for a moment, revealing a trace of inexplicable helplessness.The hostility between his eyebrows was instantly broken: "Who made today's dinner?"

A chef came over tremblingly and said, "Chairman, I cooked today's meal. But I always cook like this, and I have never seen such a big reaction from Miss Zheng before."

When he said this, under Shen Zhao's increasingly gloomy eyes, he shut up resentfully.

He got up and quickly walked towards Zheng Qingnian.

There was the sound of water at the washstand, and Zheng Qingwei was washing what was left in his mouth with water.

She raised her head and looked at Shen Zhao with a hoarse voice: "Don't stare at me like that. I'm fine."

For some reason, Shen Zhao couldn't control his hands and feet at this moment.

His throat hurts like a fire: "Ah Qing, I'll take you to the doctor, okay?"

"It's useless," she said calmly, as if the sick person was not her: "Shen Zhao, it's useless."

The most powerless thing in this world is disease, which is inevitable.No matter how much power a person has, it cannot guarantee that the person he cares about will be healthy and free from disease throughout his life.

This truth was only understood by Shen Zhao at this moment.

Zheng Qingyuan walked past him with a very soft voice: "I was very tired during the day today, and I didn't know what was wrong with me when I ran out at that time. Shen Zhao, I can't control my behavior. Time, especially. I don't want to embarrass you anymore, and I don't want to implicate you. If you can, you can put me in a quiet corner to fend for myself."

Every time she said a word, the wrinkles between Shen Zhao's brows and eyes became deeper.

In the end, when he looked at her, the deep regret between his brows and eyes was a sad look that Zheng Qingqing had never seen in him.

But he still didn't want to let her go.

Zheng Weiwei knew this, but she just pulled her lips and smiled faintly.

She didn't know how far the two of them would torture each other.

She didn't know, after she left, Shen Zhao stood on the spot, squatting down like a child.He covered his face, wetness spread wantonly along his fingers.He concealed it restraintly, and in the eyes of others, he couldn't see the slightest trace of it.
It was late autumn when Zheng Qingqing entered university.

Forty days have passed since the last meeting between her and Lu Xicheng.

Zheng Qingqing has a habit, which was developed after Lu Xicheng left.

She will write the word "positive" on the bedside, and record every day stroke by stroke.

Zheng Qingwei left Lu Xicheng's No. 40 days, and Zheng Qingwei went to university.

It is a private university, so it doesn't necessarily have a large footprint, and its personnel composition is relatively simple.

When Zheng Qingqing came out of the stretched luxury car, Shen Zhao put a thin coat on her shoulders.

He said, "Ah Qing, I'll pick you up after school."

Zheng said softly, "Okay."

Other than that, don't say anything else.

There wasn't much to say between her and him.

(End of this chapter)