Drifting Towards You

Looking at it, Su Xiangwan's eyes were sore.

This is the last piece of the news, after which he seemed to have evaporated.

His eyes were slightly moist.

She thinks a lot.

She thinks of her past life and this life.

Think of Song Ziming, think of Li Qingqing, think of the former agent, think of Zhao Xinning, think of Su Zhiguo, think of Su Yufei, think of Xiao Ai.

She touched his head with her fingertips and muttered to herself: "Mu Beiting, it turns out that only you are really willing to treat me well."

Not long after, Xiao Ai ran back in a hurry, her nose flushed with cold.

After being scolded by Zheng Yulong, Xiao Ai ran to Su Xiangwan's side with his tongue out, a little depressed.

"Sister Wanwan, I was scolded by the director."

Su Xiangwan leaned his head on the recliner and didn't raise his head, but only faintly responded, without any comfort.

Xiao Ai couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and couldn't help but say: "Sister Wanwan, your eyes are so red."

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes and said, "En."

"Are you in a bad mood? Or..."

"Xiao Ai, I will sleep."

"okay."

Xiao Ai looked at her blankly, then went to take another coat, ready to put it on Su Xiangwan.

By coincidence, Su Xiangwan got up and his coat fell to the ground.

Xiao Ai was slightly startled, only feeling that Su Xiangwan's attitude seemed a little cold.

After this, Su Xiangwan's attitude towards Xiao Ai has not been indifferent, she has never used her to make hot water, and she has never touched the meal she brought.

She usually talks to her in twitter, although she doesn't respond much, but she has been listening carefully.

After that, she often went over it perfunctorily, indicating that she needed to be quiet.

The evening after three days.

Su Xiangwan sat on his bed with his knees in a daze.

As time passed day by day, there was still no news from him.

All the news she sent him fell to nothing.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help thinking whether he would die.

When this thought came into her life, her heart suddenly shrank into a ball, and her cheeks disappeared.

Won't... won't...

With tears on her eyelashes, she guarded the empty house with unprecedented fear.

That uneasy coldness penetrated into the bones and made her tremble.

At this time, a cell phone ringing broke the calm.

She was startled, and immediately got up and grabbed the phone.

Glancing at the number note on the above [The Devil], her eye circles instantly turned red.

Fingers quivered to answer the phone, but trembling did not dare to speak.

"Hello." His low voice rang in his ears.

She covered her mouth tightly so that she did not whimper.

"Late late."

His voice was very soft, as if the wind would disperse.

Fortunately, the room was quiet, and Su Xiangwan's eyes widened, and he listened to him without blinking. Dou Da's tears fell crackling.

"Late...Don't cry." He whispered, as if he knew she must be crying.

Su Xiangwan choked more and more, and the intermittent crying could not be suppressed.

"Hey, wait for me to go back."

"Yep."

"I brought you a gift."

"Yep."

"I miss you."

"Yep."

Su Xiangwan kept responding in a single tone, and tears couldn't stop streaming down.

A few seconds later, he let out a soft sigh: "Late night, do you want my life?"

Su Xiangwan choked up, his eyes widened with great effort, not to let the tears flow down: "I don't have one."

Mu Beiting's voice was very low and soft: "When you cry, my heart hurts."

Su Xiangwan choked and said nothing, and only calmed a little after a long time.

She asked softly: "May I go find you?"