At that moment, Qianxing felt a stern heart.

Even though she had thought of such extremely subtle possibility from the beginning, even if the person she was facing was Huo Jinbei, at that moment, she could not resist the fluctuations in her heart.

If the person in front of her was not Huo Jinbei, she might have missed the stack of information in her hand and smashed him into the pile of information.

But even he, she threw the stack of information heavily on the bookshelf in front of her.

This movement attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings. Huo Jinbei was originally looking at a book of information in his hand intently. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and took a look.

Qianxing's face was extremely hard to see. He gritted his teeth and frowned and looked at him. After a while, he finally clenched his fists and said, "You have something wrong!"

From her taking the initiative to show her kindness to Huo Jinbei, and when the two were together, Qianxing has always been well-behaved and obedient. It has been a long time since she heard such a retort without any politeness.

But Huo Jinbei seemed not surprised at all, just looked at her calmly, as if she was still waiting for her next sentence.

But Qianxing couldn't say anything below.

When she met Huo Jinbei's gaze, she felt as if a ball of fire was in her body, constantly burning her restless heart.

She was afraid that she would explode the next moment.

But this place is obviously not a suitable place for explosions.

Qianxing suddenly turned his head and left, and rushed out without looking back.

The eyes of the people around him fell more or less on Huo Jinbei, but Huo Jinbei was still calm and just bent down to pack up the information that had been left behind by Qianxing just now.

...

On this day, the two of them went out in the morning, and after Qianxing ran to the book center, he finished his class in the dance classroom and did not return home until after nine o'clock in the evening.

When she got home, the room was very quiet and there was no one in the living room, but Huo Jinbei must have had dinner and left her a portion of food on the dining table.

Qianxing got angry with him at the book center today and ran away. After calming down, he felt a little guilty and uneasy. After changing his shoes, he walked to the door of Huo Jinbei's room and gently pushed open the door.

The warm lights were shining in the room, and Huo Jinbei was sitting at the desk by the window, seriously bowing his head and flipping through the book.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head slightly and turned his head to take a look.

Qianxing stiffened for a moment, pulled the corner of his mouth unnaturally, and then said, "Are you studying? Then I won't disturb you, I'll go take a shower first, and then eat."

After hearing this, Huo Jinbei nodded slightly and replied: "Yes."

Seeing that he responded to him, he seemed not angry, Qianxing became happy in an instant, came in and kissed him, then turned around and walked out and returned to his small bedroom.

After about half a minute of silence, Qianxing suddenly rushed into Huo Jinbei's room again, and had a few more books of information that he had seen in the book center today.

"Huo Jinbei!" She gritted her teeth and called out his name again, throwing the books in her hand on his bed, "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you say this morning?" Huo Jinbei said, "For you."

"I don't want it!" Qianxing said, "Did I want it? Why did you have to give it to me? What do you miss me? What do you miss me?"

She thought that the matter was over this morning, but who knew that just walked into her room, but only saw a thick stack of information piled up by the bed, which was clearly the ones she threw in the book center in the morning!

It turned out that the matter had not passed at all. Not only did it not pass, but it was also burned back home!

Qianxing felt that blood in his body rushed straight into his brain, and the anger that had not exploded in the morning could no longer be suppressed.

Hearing her words, Huo Jinbei closed the professional book in front of him, stood up and walked to her, lowered his head slightly to look at her, "It's not that I want you, it's that you want you."

"I don't want anything!" Qianxing raised his eyes and glared at him, "I just want to live happily every day when I go to get off work and get off work! No? No!"

"Okay." Faced with her almost uncontrollable anger, Huo Jinbei was still calm, "I said that as long as it is what you think, it's fine."

The feeling of hitting cotton in the past came back instantly. Qianxing always felt powerless when facing Huo Jinbei like this.

"Then why did you buy those books back?" Qianxing said, "and put them in my room!"

"Then think I bought the wrong one." Huo Jinbei said, "I will take it to return it tomorrow."

Qianxing stared at him and looked again and again.

It seemed that the conversation had achieved some effect, she explained herself, and he agreed, but why did she still feel so... annoyed?

Qianxing couldn't bear it anymore, so he finally reached out and pushed him again.

Huo Jinbei was pushed down by her and sat on the bed.

Qianxing turned his head and walked out without looking back, and even slammed his door.

Huo Jinbei sat beside the bed, rubbed his abdomen, but finally, he just laughed softly.

After so long, my strength is still so great, and it has not changed at all.

...

That night, Qianxing ran out of his bedroom and never came in again.

After a long time, when Huo Jinbei walked out of the room, he saw that the dishes on the dining table had been cleaned up, the washing machine was rotating, and Qianxing's door closed and locked himself inside, without any movement.

Huo Jinbei did not disturb her. After washing the clothes, he took them out and dried them one by one, and then returned to his room.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Huo Jinbei got up on time, and after walking out of the room, he knocked on Qianxing's door first.

There is no response inside.

Huo Jinbei walked into the bathroom, and after washing up, he walked to Qianxing's door again and knocked on the door again.

There is still no response inside.

Huo Jinbei didn't knock too much, turned around and walked into the kitchen, prepared breakfast, then came over again and knocked on the door of Qianxing's room again.

Qianxing still didn't respond.

This time, Huo Jinbei did not wait any longer, but reached out and pushed open the door.

The room was a little dark, and Qianxing seemed to have not gotten up yet, but the moment the door opened, she was clearly sitting on the bed.

Then, she heard Huo Jinbei entering the door and fell suddenly on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover herself.

Huo Jinbei slowly stepped forward, sat down beside the bed, and after turning on the light at the head of the bed, he first glanced at the pile of information that had been grabbed by her, and then looked at the person on the bed who wrapped himself in a strange way.

Huo Jinbei stretched out his hand and gently lifted a corner of the quilt on her head.

Qianxing seemed to shrink for a while, but did not continue to struggle.

As soon as Huo Jinbei lowered his head, he met a pair of red and slightly swollen eyes.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, but Qianxing didn't say anything. Huo Jinbei sighed slightly, then said, "Okay, I'll take this stack of things away immediately. Get up and wash your face first, and then prepare for breakfast."

As he said, he reached out to help her sit up from the bed.

So Qianxing sat on the bed with the quilt in his arms, watching him sort out the stack of information bit by bit.

She looked familiar to every book in that stack of information, but she was extremely unfamiliar.

This familiar and unfamiliar feeling makes people frighten and dare not face it.

Qianxing couldn't help but turn his head again, buried his face in the middle of his knees, and did not look at him again.

It was not until Huo Jinbei had sorted out the stack of information and stood up from the bed to leave that Qianxing finally shouted to him: "Huo Jinbei..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, completely different from usual, which shows how much torture she suffered this night.

"Yes." Huo Jinbei responded, just standing beside the bed and looking at her.

Qianxing finally raised his head again, and the moment he looked up at him, tears fell down uncontrollably.

"Huo Jinbei..." She called him again, almost trying her best, and spoke hard, "I am... 26 years old this year... I have been in a daze for ten years... It's not that easy to recover... I can't recover..."

When Huo Jinbei heard this, he let out a breath and then sat down next to the bed again.

"You are only 26 years old this year. If you live to 80, then your life will still be 54 years. The regrets of the past ten years cannot be compensated, but what about the next fifty years? If you can't do what you want, wouldn't you have to regret it for the rest of your life? The future is still long. At any time, doing anything will not be too late for your future life."
Chapter completed!