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Lin Sirou stirred the coffee on the table and poured the milk into it. The white milk also swirled with the coffee and gradually fused with it. The milk made the color of the coffee soften.

"Why didn't you date tonight? You and Zuo Shaojie have never been together all day. " Luo Xiaotang teased Lin Sirou, who had maintained his silence from beginning to end.

"Am I selfish?" Lin Sirou asked her that question.

When Luo Xiaotang heard Lin Sirou's sadness, he turned around and asked seriously, "What happened?"

"My child... I think he's very pitiful. " Lin Sirou's expression was calm.

"You're not feeling pity for her, you're blaming yourself." Luo Xiaotang lowered his voice: "Zuo Shaojie will not care about that."

"Even if he doesn't care, that matter still exists." Lin Sirou frowned, her entire body was releasing waves of cold aura, she could not help but shrink her body.

"It's only your memory. You held on to it, still not letting it go. It's really gone."

"Do you think it's that easy to forget?" Lin Sirou's eyes filled with tears.

"But if you insist on not forgetting, then you won't be able to sincerely be with Zuo Shaojie, right?" Luo Xiaotang asked Lin Sirou.

Lin Sirou's focus was in disorder, so his line of sight crossed each other as well.

"You should tell Zuo Shaojie." Luo Xiaotang reminded Lin Sirou, and then turned to silence.

Lin Sirou's cell phone vibrated on the table, interrupting her train of thoughts. She turned her gaze to the screen, which displayed Zuo Shaojie, causing her to not know if she should pick up the phone. She was currently unable to face Zuo Shaojie, but she was afraid that Zuo Shaojie would worry if she did not pick up the phone.

Luo Xiaotang carefully observed Lin Sirou's expression and understood her contradiction.

"Do you want me to pick it up for you?"

"Yes." Lin Sirou took a sip of the coffee. The cooling coffee gave off a sour taste in her mouth, very similar to the feeling in her heart right now.

Luo Xiaotang took out the phone beside Lin Sirou's coffee cup: "Zuo Shaojie, Lin Sirou is at my house."

"Can I get her to answer the phone?" Zuo Shaojie's voice was evidently exhausted.

Luo Xiaotang glanced at Lin Sirou: "She's already asleep."

"Alright then!" "It's fine now." Luo Xiaotang's loneliness was all heard by Luo Xiaotang.

"Bye." Luo Xiaotang ended the call.

"Zuo Shaojie seems to be very tired."

"Yes." Lin Sirou's voice was also dispirited.

Maybe it was because of the pain from her heart or maybe it was because of the alcohol, Pei Er got off the bed, left the room in the dark, and also walked out of the house.

The light still illuminated the corridor alone. Other than Pei Er's breathing, there did not seem to be any other sounds. The distance between the elevator and the hallway did not decrease by a single bit, but instead made her decision grow, grow, and expand in her mind.

Pei Er slowly walked into the lift, her forefinger hesitating in front of the button. Only when Zuo Shaojie's words of apology flashed across her mind, did she start to continue her actions, and pressed on the button on the highest floor. The elevator's rise made her feel light, but also made her feel nauseous.

When the elevator arrived, it caused a slight tremor, causing the already unstable Pei Er to fall to the side. Then, she tried her best to straighten herself and walked out of the elevator.

Pei Er pushed open the iron door that was separated from the outside world, causing a ear-piercing sound that gave her a headache. When the iron door opened, it was as if the cold air was condensing in her body, causing her body to tremble, but she did not stop.

Pei Er walked to the edge of the top floor and looked down at the small wall that was only around her waist. There was no one on the street and no one could detect her, causing Pei Er to suddenly feel a strong sense of sorrow at being abandoned, as if she was not even qualified to live in this world in despair. This, in turn, increased her decision to live.

The thought of jumping down surfaced in Pei Er's mind. She slowly closed her eyes, and a cold wind seeped into her heart, as if it wanted to wake her up from her stupor, but it was in vain. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

This continued for a long time before Pei Er once again opened her eyes and fell powerlessly onto the ground. At this moment, she was crying unrestrainedly, blaming herself for her cowardice, and also resenting Zuo Shaojie's resolute departure.

Love, gone, without any reluctance to leave, trying to redeem once appeared ethereal, hold tightly also appears laughable.

In fact, when Lin Sirou left, he had already found her residence, but because he was afraid to let her leave once more, he kept this piece of paper and did not disturb Lin Sirou. Cheng Feng did not want to disturb her.

Ever since brought Zuo Shaojie home a few months ago and told his parents that he was going to be married to Zuo Shaojie, Cheng Feng's desire to go and find Lin Sirou grew stronger and stronger. He was afraid that Lin Sirou would leave him forever. Although it was impossible for them to get married, as long as Lin Sirou didn't get married, then Cheng Feng would be able to determine for himself that Lin Sirou still belonged to him. Even if it was only his own idea, at least Cheng Feng would feel more at ease.

His desire to protect Lin Sirou was extremely strong, and he had to use all of his strength to grab hold of Lin Sirou. Even if it meant hurting Lin Sirou twice, he would not hesitate to do so, because Lin Sirou was his sister. Lin Sirou could not leave his life on his own accord, because Cheng Feng had a feeling that as long as Lin Sirou left, he would definitely feel so guiltily guilty, and would rather die.

Cheng Feng pinched onto the piece of paper, causing it to become twisted. The words on it intertwined and formed a strange shape, which also reflected Cheng Feng's current dilemma.

Zuo Yu looked at Zuo Lei, who was drinking beer nonstop in shock. Zuo Lei was a stranger to him, the usual Zuo Lei was gentle and gentle, but the current Zuo Lei did not care about anything else, as if he was pouring beer all over his own heart to extinguish the sadness in his heart.

"Why are you drinking so much?" Zuo Yu pressed down on the beer that Zuo Lei had just opened.

Zuo Lei pushed Zuo Yu's hand away and drank beer one after another. After that he gasped for breath, "The woman I love doesn't love me!"

Zuo Yu became even more confused when he heard this. "Who is the person you love?"

Zuo Lei, who was usually extremely shy, stuttered when talking to girls. From the time he became brothers with Zuo Lei until now, he had never heard of anyone he liked.

Zuo Lei finished drinking another bottle of beer, and then laid down on the table without saying a word.

"Little Lei." Zuo Yu wanted to wake Zuo Lei up, but to no avail.

Zuo Lei didn't respond and slept soundly, but he grinded his teeth, as if he was saying something.

In Zuo Lei's dream, the beautiful image of the woman he loved appeared. Perhaps the current Luo Xiaotang was the only one that belonged to him, so he could fearlessly think of Luo Xiaotang. As a result, he was immersed in his dreams and did not want to wake up.

Lin Sirou who was lying on the bed kept tossing and turning, thinking that he had forced her to lose sleep.

"Can't sleep?" Luo Xiaotang turned and faced Lin Sirou.

Lin Sirou remained silent for a long time, then suddenly got off the bed, reaching for his phone by the head of the bed.

"You still can't relax?" Luo Xiaotang asked again. She knew that Lin Sirou could not let him go.

"You sleep first."

Lin Sirou faced the window, while the clothes hanging outside swayed along with the wind, many clouds overlapped to cover the majority of the Crescent Moon.

"Are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

"Is she all right?" Lin Sirou deliberately avoided the name of the other girl.

"I think she's much better."

"Yes."

"Why did you suddenly get up?"

"I can't sleep."

"Let's go watch the night scenery!" This was something that Zuo Shaojie had promised Lin Sirou. He did not want to go back on his words, because he did not want Lin Sirou to be sad.

"I'm at Luo Xiaotang's house." Lin Sirou promised indirectly.

"I know."

Lin Sirou pushed open the window and stepped out barefooted. The coldness of the floor seeped into her soles and spread to her entire body that felt cold, but she still ignored everything and continued to walk forward, until she reached the center of the balcony.

Lin Sirou looked up into the sky, her grief suddenly striking her heart, she had no strength to resist, she could only indulge in her grief as he slashed a deep wound in her soul.

Luo Xiaotang was right, Lin Sirou was very self-conscious, she was afraid that she was not worthy of Zuo Shaojie, because she was not good enough, and every time she was with Zuo Shaojie, she would think of that child's nightmare. Although the gentleness of the wind could make her wound not so obvious, the nightmare had grabbed hold of her thoughts, causing her to be at a loss of what to do with Zuo Shaojie's attitude.

The current Zuo Shaojie loved him, but it was hard to guarantee that Zuo Shaojie would not be moved by his first love. It was not that she did not have confidence in Zuo Shaojie, it was just that she had feelings for him.

Lin Sirou was unwilling to explain to Zuo Shaojie not because he was worried that Zuo Shaojie would leave her, but because he was afraid that Zuo Shaojie would think that she was dirty and despise her.

This was the first time Lin Sirou was afraid of losing someone. Zuo Shaojie had already merged into her heart.

Lin Sirou shivered, which also woke her up a lot. She turned and walked into the house, closing the window. The cold wind outside could no longer invade her, but the pain in her heart continued to corrode her.

Zuo Shaojie hugged Lin Sirou, his heart was indescribably at ease.

Compared to Zuo Shaojie, Lin Sirou's was not that simple. Her fear and uneasiness caused her expression to lose its color.

"Si Rou." Zuo Shaojie called out softly.

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?"

This sentence accurately touched Lin Sirou's heart. She should be enjoying her happiness at this moment, but her heart was tightly clenched, making it impossible for her to feel at ease. However, she was unable to say her heart's words.

"Yes."

Zuo Shaojie rested his chin on Lin Sirou's head, his right hand caressing Lin Sirou's right cheek. His hand was attached to her meticulous care, and her face was attached to his warmth.

Zuo Shaojie thought that he was very close to Lin Sirou, and that everything was just a mistake. There was still a formless and thick wall in Lin Sirou's heart, and Zuo Shaojie had yet to pass through it.