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After breakfast, Ling Qi went to the construction site, and Ling Shuang also returned to the store.

In the kitchen, I was busy making pastries, and went to the next door to monitor the progress of the decoration. I personally greeted guests when they came, but I didn't let myself stop anyway, because as soon as I stopped, Cheng Sihan, who was pressed in the corner of my mind, would pop out.

After the store closed, she returned to her apartment in the east of the city and fell asleep.

A week has passed in such a busy and confusing way.

For a week, she did not return to Lanyuan, nor went to the flat floor of Ze Yating, nor did she contact Cheng Sihan.

That night, after Ling Shuang washed up, she threw her tired self on the bed. She wanted to fall asleep as before, but she seemed to be out of control. She was very tired, tossing and turning on the bed, her mind was unusually clear, and she couldn't sleep.

The longing has been suppressed for too long, and the force of rebound is even more terrifying. Ling Shuang lay on the bed and tossed and turned, with Cheng Sihan in every corner of her mind.

It had been seven days. After Cheng Sihan left that night, he didn't give any information to Ling Shuang, as if he had disappeared.

It turns out that Ling Shuang is dispensable in Cheng Sihan's world.

Every corner of Ling Shuang's world is filled with Cheng Sihan's presence.

Ling Shuang smiled bitterly, laughing at the unfairness of feelings.

In bed, the more she tossed and turned, the more awake she became. Ling Shuang simply got up from the bed and warmed herself a glass of milk.

Holding the milk, I called Le Siqi.

The day after the hangover, the two had a phone call to say hello to each other.

The phone rang for a long time before being picked up.

"What are you doing!" Le Siqi's voice was trembling and her tone was very rude, "It's not a life-threatening matter. I'll call you tomorrow."

Before he hung up the phone hurriedly, he could still hear a gasp.

Ling Shuang looked at the interface that was hung up, laughed and cursed: "Plastic sisters, don't die in bed, hum!"

The day after the hangover, Le Siqi and her little puppy reconciled as before. Only she and Cheng Sihan were really separated.

Putting down the phone, Ling Shuang's eyes fell on another door that had not been opened.

When this house was still a rough house, Ling Shuang came here once. At that time, she thought it was the school district room prepared by Ling Qi for Cancan.

She never expected that it was prepared for her.

The decoration style of this house, every decoration, is arranged according to Ling Shuang's liking. There is also a specially enlarged kitchen filled with smart equipment, which is just what Ling Shuang likes.

There are two bedrooms and two living rooms, but the door of the room other than the bedroom has not been opened by Ling Shuang.

This is most likely either a guest room or a utility room.

When Ling Shuang pressed the door handle and the door slowly opened, she was not surprised, but moved.

This room contains all of Ling Shuang's past. A huge photo wall is filled with photos of Ling Shuang from childhood to adulthood, each of which records Ling Shuang's happy moments.

On one side of the photo wall, there was a guzheng. Ling Shuang opened the dustproof cloth and wiped the frost word engraved on the lower right corner of the guzheng with her thumb. It was the guzheng she had played.

The guzheng is well maintained, but the strings are all new.

Ling Shuang couldn't help but touch the little finger of her right hand. In that bullying incident, her little finger was fractured. After recovery, her little finger couldn't use its strength anymore. After messing up an inter-school performance, Ling Shuang gave up on herself and left the guzheng in the dust.

Ling Qi actually helped me remember the skills that Ling Shuang had almost forgotten, and continued to take care of them for her.

elder brother……

Ling Shuang owed her brother a lot.

Lowering his eyes, he saw several easels on the other side, all of which were Ling Shuang's award-winning sketches.

On the last easel was a sketch of the male god from behind. Ling Shuang's chest tightened and her fingers slid along the lines of the painting. Every line in the painting carried the throbbing of the girl Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang still remembers that when she was painting, her mouth was smiling and her heartbeat was pounding.

The picture remains the same, but the mood of the painter has changed.

Now, Ling Shuang looks at this painting and feels pain every time her heart beats.

Ling Shuang turned the easel around so that its back was facing away from her, out of sight.

As soon as I put down the easel, my cell phone rang in my pocket.

The caller ID made Ling Shuang shed tears quietly in her eyes.

She silently pressed the answer button, put it to her ear, and opened her mouth, but couldn't pronounce a syllable.

"Shuang'er." The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously tired.