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Night slowly attacked the curtain, the whole city as a sleeping another world, was awakened to the original world, colorful neon lights embellished the lonely atmosphere.
Sitting in the backseat of the blue to Qing a tired face leaning against his shoulder, the mouth kept na na, “Jun... Mu Jun...”
Han Mu Jun's heart was suddenly shouted by her, slightly trembling, his heart has always been cold-blooded degree, emotionless, who knows at this time slowly into the degree of feeling.
Can not, he will not because of it to integrate.
The car was lightless, covering his disdainful expression.
Suddenly, the passing cafe, Han Mojun looked at the arms of the blue to Qing, she is tired unlike, almost remembered what, shouted the driver, “parking,”
The sound of gasoline being stepped on, the sedan stops without undulation, Han Mojun carefully puts her head close to the pillow, and gets out of the car himself, walking towards the cafe.
Probably the noise of the outside world is so loud that she can't sleep well, feeling no one around her, insecure, she wakes up violently and sees Han Moojoon beside her going nowhere.
She rubs her sleepy eyes and asks the driver, “Where's Jun?”
“He went to the cafe, it's over there.”
The driver points to the brightly lit cafe outside the car window, and Lan Xiangqing takes a look along and almost understands what's going on.
Suddenly, the ringing of the cell phone interrupts her sight as she looks on, she lowers her head to look at her own cell phone, no incoming calls or text messages are displayed, she feels that it's not right and looks again, the driver picks up the cell phone that's on the backseat floor and hands it to her, “Miss, young master Han forgot to take his cell phone with him.”
“Give it to me.”
Lan Xiangqing took it and wanted to turn it off, but once she saw Ji Anran's cell phone number she was slightly stunned, strange thoughts kept appearing in her mind.
Ji Anran's incoming call was still continuing, vibrating, she looked at it without fault, not knowing whether to turn it off or not, the driver looked at her and said, “Miss, don't turn it off, or Young Master Han will be unhappy. You'd better leave it on.”
“Uh-huh.”
Lan Xiangqing put her cell phone aside, her heart as hard to calm, as if there was a monster slowly trying to bite her.
Pushing open the cafe door and going in, the waiter told him that there was a lady waiting for him, table 12.
“Uh-huh.”
Han Mojun strides up to the second floor, cozy décor arranged in a style that makes him look uncomfortable.
So, it was still someone's preference.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a fathomless smile as he walked up the steps step by step, walking past several rows of several numbered tables and towards table 12.
The young girl sitting at table 12, a smile to look at Han Mojun who is approaching her, “Isn't it a successful errand.”
“What? Are you jealous?”
Han Moojoon says lightly, taking his seat.
“What do you mean?”
In the memory unfolds, Han Mojun embraces Blue Xiangqing into his arms, his sight falls on the young girl who, over there, stood to leave, ice cold up in his eyes.
“Well, you want to have what you want to say, here I have no time to listen.”
“Han Mujun.”
“I am.”
“When are you going to have nothing to do with Lan Xiangqing, you know? I can't do it to endure watching you guys sweeten up.”
“What?”
Han Mojun was unresponsive, a faint smile on his face, “If you can't stand it anymore, please leave.”
“Han Mojun.”
“I'll say it again, those who can't stand it, please leave my side.”
Faintly, coldly and mercilessly, he stood up and was about to turn around.
“Wait.”
Come a terrified expression, come a fearful voice, Ji Anran put down the original confident expression, turned into a wolf, she a snatch step to hold him, “I can, can I beg you, don't drive me okay?”
“⋯”
Han Mojun was expressionless, shook off Ji Anran who was hugging him, “It's too late.”
The two icy words, like a knife, plunged into her heart and hurt like hell.
He walks downstairs in big strides, leaving Ji Anran in place, shedding quite a few tears to come.
In a step by step, in his sudden appearance, blue to Qing asleep shouting his name, as if embracing a world, warm address.
His heart, inexplicably become another heart, can not wait for the world only she can call, to be happy.
But...
Seeing the glass wall on the side of the building, distorting his face, ridiculous, he is him, will not change because of everything.
Blue Xiangqing fall asleep, and later Han Mojun bought coffee on the car, in the dark, she heard Han Mojun's soft voice, “Let's go.”
The voice became not her most familiar feeling, as if it became a strange voice, thinking, her tears suddenly flowed, fortunately, she leaned against the car window, no one could see that she was shedding tears.
Han Mu Jun, will you still be the person I know best?
Lan Xiangqing, who had a nightmare overnight, dreamed of being on a high mountain with an abyss below her. She stood at the top, forced by Han Mojun at every turn, and she watched in horror as the teenager in front of her turned into another teenager.
“You go to hell! Lan Xiangqing, this shouldn't be you living in this world.”
“Ah.”
She was violently pulled back to reality as the teenager pushed her into an abyss of ten thousand feet.
Lan Xiangqing straightened up and breathed heavily, her face instantly pale from the fear she had felt earlier.
She scanned her surroundings, the light was cast onto the windowsill in the morning, leaving an orange glow. Everything was white, the exact opposite of the dream she had.
Thankfully... it wasn't a dream.
As she was about to go down, her sister-in-law came in and said, “Miss, Mr. Han has been waiting for you for a long time.”
“What?”
“Young Master Han always asks me if you're sleeping, and I say you're sleeping, as usual.”
Sister-in-law laughed as she spoke, a smile that couldn't be touched.
“Hmm.”
Lan Xiangqing's heart was suddenly stuffy, since last night, she had witnessed a young girl hugging a teenager and watched as her heart was almost flooded with bitterness.
It was a rare thought for her to think that Han Mojun met with another teenage girl she didn't recognize, and the sight of it caused her simple thoughts to break down like a white sheet of paper.
Sister-in-law saw Lan Xiangqing out of sorts, “Miss, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly.”
“No.”
Lan Xiangqing shook her head, wanting to forget the unpleasantness she saw last night, but she didn't know that some time later, a young girl named Ji Anran approached her.
Lan Xiangqing walked down the stairs and saw Han Mojun turn around, a pair of dark eyes gazing at her, looking at her suddenly the thoughts that she had wanted to get used to like a little bird hugging him instantly dispersed in the back of her mind.
She, unnaturally, walks towards him, inexplicably feeling the residual warmth of the other's eyes, no longer a familiar warmth.
“What's wrong?”
Han Moojun quickly smiled, “You forgot that today is the graduation meeting, and we still have to go to Hoshio University to attend it.”
“Eh.”
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