Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

It took a long time for Xia Xuan to regain consciousness as the car carrying her drove away.

I took half a day off that day.

——With her mind all over her, Xia Xuan couldn't go to class as if nothing had happened.

It's still the original apartment.

I once wanted to smash everything about her here, but luckily I didn't.

Missing to sleepless nights, relying on her remaining breath to survive.

The drawing was all torn to pieces, but it was replaced by another sketchbook full of her drawings.

I miss you so much.

Xia Xuan buried herself in the quilt and closed her eyes.Only when you are alone, you don't have to force yourself to put on a good illusion.

Think about what you will be doing, will you smile sweetly when I am suffering.

I used to like your smile the most, and my biggest wish was to let you have a worry-free life.

But at that time, I really hated you.

I hate so much that I want to drag you into hell and suffer with me.

The insomnia all night long, the memories all night long, it is you when you wake up, and you are also in the dream, obviously you are no longer by my side, but you are tormented out of shape by you.

I don't even want to lose my dignity at the end, so I rush over and leave you behind.

Afraid that you are embraced by others, you have the heart to kill.

I hate you to the bottom of my heart, I can't stop hating, but I can't stop loving, I can't forget, but I can't remember.

From the first glimpse of you, there is such a sign, isn't it, I have nothing to do with you.

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Song Le's mood fluctuated too much that day. After returning home, he fell ill again. After several days of recuperating in bed, he finally recovered.

Then, after taking several deep breaths, she dialed Xia Xuan's number.

Looking back, his reaction that day... Song Le bit her lip and thought cautiously: Xia Xuan still cares about her, right?

Even if it means hatred.

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Cafe, quiet corner.

But Xia Xuan's good looks still attracted a lot of prying eyes.

Xia Xuan said coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

"I, I'm fine, I just want to see you." Song Le said at this moment like a child facing strict parents.

Xia Xuan paused in her heart, turned her eyes away, and subconsciously, her tone was no longer so indifferent: "It's fun to be abroad."

Song Le was startled when he heard the words, and then wanted to smile bitterly: I have been lying down for four years, and when I got up, I was as limp as if I had no bones. I don't know if it's fun.

She shook her head and said lightly, "It's okay."

Xia Xuan knew without thinking that she was not well——

She was already fair, but now she was approaching a morbid translucence, with a palm-sized face and a pointed chin, and the slender fingers holding the cup could barely see the excess flesh.

He almost wanted to ask her what she was doing!

But on the surface, Xia Xuan just let out a disinterested expression, and casually asked, "...How many boyfriends have you had?"

"No." Song Le shook his head quickly.

I have to admit that upon hearing this answer, Xia Xuan was relieved.

After pursing her lips, she said, "Well, what are you going to do when you come back?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Le said honestly.

He didn't graduate from university and didn't know what to do. The first thing Song Le did when he came back was to get back together with him.

But even that seemed impossible.

"Xia Xuan, I, I heard that your laboratory is short of a handyman..." Song Le asked a lot from those friends in the past few days.

When she spoke anxiously, Xia Xuan's heart softened slightly, and her cool gaze met her peachy eyes full of hope.

Just like before, every time she looked at her like that, her heart softened completely, Xia Xuan lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled unknowingly.

Indifferently said: "It is missing one, why, do you want to come?"