Shen Huaijin felt sorry for Yu Wanfeng, and she didn't know how such an outspoken person was able to hide a person and an event in her heart for six full years. If she doesn't meet Zhong Chumian again, is she going to hide for a lifetime?
Shen Huaijin patted Yu Wanfeng on the shoulder and asked her: "So now, do you still like him?"
The corner of Yu Wanfeng's mouth is a slight smile, bringing out the unique drunkenness after drinking: "I like it, I have always liked it."
Shen Huaijin was happy for her, smiled and said, "It's a good ending, right?"
Yu Wanfeng nodded. She raised her head and drank the last sip of wine. The smell of wine rose, and she became more and more dizzy. She fell asleep lying on the table, still holding the wine glass in her hand.
Shen Huaijin was about to go upstairs to call Zhong Chumian, but when she turned around, she saw that the person had come down the stairs, walking towards Yu Wanfeng step by step.
Zhong Chumian carried Yu Wanfeng back to the room.
She was a little drunk, her face was red, and she breathed out hot air. Zhong Chumian unbuttoned her loose coat and put it under the quilt. If she fell asleep like this, she would definitely have a headache the next day.
Zhong Chumian packed everything for her, and when she turned to leave, Yu Wanfeng woke up, with a pair of bright eyes open, looking at him without blinking.
Zhong Chumian shook her hand: "Uncomfortable? Headache?"
Yu Wanfeng shook her head.
She may not be very sober.
Zhong Chumian pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, which was a little hot.
"Do you want some water?" Zhong Chumian asked her.
Yu Wanfeng still shook her head. Her eyes turned around and landed on the ring on her knuckles. The diamonds shone brightly under the dim light, dazzling. She said leisurely: "He couldn't afford such a ring before."
This ring is not cheap.
Zhong Chumian was slightly surprised, and soon understood what she meant. She thought of many things in the past, and all kinds of emotions surged in her heart, both ups and downs, so she drank with emotion.
What a silly boy.
Zhong Chumian held her hand tightly: "That was before."
In the past, he couldn't afford her anything, not even a confession.
They have the most sincere emotions when they are young, but they can't bear the heavy future, so even if the tide of emotion can drown their reason, those words can still be silent in their throats before they are spoken.
Yu Wanfeng's eyes flashed, and he asked him, "What about now?"
"Now," Zhong Chumian put her hand on her lips and kissed gently, "he still loves you. Only now, he can afford a ring."
Also afford her a future.
Yu Wanfeng smiled slightly, and put Zhong Chumian's hand next to her ear, as if she was afraid.
"It's still you, that's great." Yu Wanfeng's voice was very soft, and after a word without beginning or end, she closed her eyes, grasped Zhong Chumian's hand and fell asleep.
Zhong Chumian plucked the broken hair on her forehead and smiled: "It's still you, luckily."
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¡¾Memory Small Theater¡¿
Zhong Chumian has been hanging around in major jewelry stores these days.
He wanted to pick a ring for the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But he hasn't seen her for six years, and he doesn't even know her current situation.
But he stubbornly identified this person, and prepared everything he wanted to give her.
He has aesthetics, financial resources, and time to choose. Just missing the size.
It has been six years, and he no longer knows the size of Yu Wanfeng's knuckles.
He vaguely remembered the touch of her knuckles, which belonged to their memories six years ago. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com