Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

You really don't want to talk to Ayi anymore?

Girl, do you know, I miss you, really miss you.

I want to, I want to!

Yitian didn't go to her again.

Chang Huan's escape broke his heart, and he was willing to think for her.

Perhaps, for her, the injury was too big, and now she can't let go!

Perhaps, the hate for Chu Lan Chao is really too deep, deep, do not want to have any connection with anyone he is related to!

Xiao Huan, is that so?

If you think so, then I won't force you.

I'll stand where I am, quietly waiting for you to turn back and wait for you to see me.

You won't want me, will you?

Just, why can't you leave naturally?

Why wait here?

Is it just to see her again?

Yitian is sitting in the car, looking at the opposite Hotel, his eyes are injured, and those memories about her come up bit by bit. She laughs happily, she is angry, she is wronged, she is heartbroken, she is crying. Originally, she has never forgotten, originally, all the time, she remembers so clearly!

Girl, I never forget you, and you will never forget me, will you?

He stares at the phone in his hand tightly. Girl, do you remember my phone number?

I'll be waiting for you.

Chang Huan and aim go out to eat something and aim to go back to work, while Chang Huan wants to walk alone.

In fact, she was very tired after taking such a long ride, but when she thought of Yitian, she didn't want to go back.

Forgive her cowardice, she is not ready to face him.

Standing in a familiar and strange street, looking at the traffic in front of us, looking at the high-rise buildings, some still have the shadow of memory, some have disappeared in time

She is melancholy

Walking slowly along the road, she saw that the bus stopped and it was the car coming home. She was stunned and got on the bus.

It's time to get off work now. There are many people in the car. She holds the bag tightly in one hand and the pull ring on the top in the other. She is crowded in the crowd, smelling the strange smell. She doesn't know why, but her hesitating heart calms down.

She silently watched the car turn a street, looking at the high-rise buildings passing back, the scenery in front of her became more and more familiar. In a trance, she seemed to go back to that year. She often worked part-time, and also took this bus to the warm place.

Everything seemed unchanged, as if she came home from the station and opened the door. When she opened the door, she would see the kind man turn around and warm smile at her and call her huan'er.

However, when she opened the door, only the dust of years came to greet her, falling with the door.

Everything is in the room.

The iron shoe rack by the door, the clothes hook on the wall, the faded wood sofa, the small round dining table. In those years, she and Xiao Xi used to read and write on it, as well as the low stool, the faded kettle, and the setting sun shining in. It was so warm, but no one ever looked back to smile at her and asked, come back!

Trembling, she walked in step by step.

The dust piled up on the ground and clearly marked her footsteps. She stretched out her hand and gently touched everything familiar. The fingertips seemed to linger with the temperature of that year. Pictures jumped out. In the hazy eyes of tears, she seemed to see her father coming in from the door with vegetables in her hand. She was happy to see her eyes: "huan'er has come back so early? Did you have a good time at school? Do you get along well with your classmates? Are you hungry? Wait a minute, dad will cook for you right away