The top idol is not a substitute

Song Xiangsi could even guess what Yan Xuan was thinking.

They will think that she is a person who shirks responsibility and does not hesitate to frame others.

"I know you don't believe me, but what I said is true." Song Xiangsi's voice weakened.

Unsurprisingly there was no answer.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and then turned her head to look at Yan Xuan's profile.

When she noticed it, she hurried to another place.

"You and her..." Song Xiangsi hesitated to speak, wanting to ask what is the relationship between the two now.

But the words came to his lips and swallowed again.

Yan Xuan leaned on the sofa, understood what she meant, and lazily said:

"I'm chasing."

Song Xiangsi was silent for a while, then looked away.

Finally landed on the TV cabinet.

There is a beautiful wooden box on it.

Song Xiangsi originally just glanced casually when his eyes were wandering.

Unexpectedly, it was this glance that made Yan Xuan, who was lazy and calm, get up hastily.

She strode over to the TV cabinet, picked up the box and hid it behind her, her eyes a little wary.

"Don't you know not to look at other people's things in other people's homes?" Yan Xuan's tone was obviously angry.

Many thoughts flashed through Song Xiangsi's mind, but she just apologized honestly: "Sorry."

Yan Xuan curled her lips and didn't bother with her anymore, then went back to the bedroom and put the box in the bedroom drawer.

Because of recording the show, Yan Xuan did not wear a bracelet.

Although she also had the idea of ​​wearing a bracelet on the show to let the little fairy see her.

But after thinking about it, I finally felt that the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.

She has too many fans, and the bracelet does not conform to her usual style of jewelry.

It is easy to be spotted by fans.

When others relied on their miserable life experience to gain sympathy from fans, Yan Xuan had already learned to hide her own life experience.

She doesn't need sympathy.

Moreover, this is not what she is most worried about.

Instead, she was worried that the little fairy's life would be disturbed.

She just wanted to meet her to see if she was doing well and if there was anything she could do to help her.

Didn't want to bother her.

Yan Xuan's reaction made Song Xiangsi start to make random guesses.

Is it a gift from someone else?

It will make her nervous.

Is this other person Ji Yao?

What kind of mood does that vigilant look just now represent?

These thoughts kept flashing in Song Xiangsi's mind.

Let her be silent.

Song Xiangsi didn't speak again until Yan Xuan returned to the living room.

After a long time, so long that Yan Xuan thought the two of them would remain silent until Cheng Chen arrived, Song Xiangsi suddenly spoke.

she says:

"You just hugged me."

Yan Xuan's gaze, which was concentrating on the TV, suddenly paused.

After a few seconds, he smiled sarcastically: "Are you sick or am I sick?"

Song Xiangsi looked at her, trying to see clues from her face.

but no.

The expression is natural and serious, even with a deep sense of ridicule.

In fact, what Song Xiangsi just said was just a question, she was not sure.

It just felt that when she was dizzy and had difficulty breathing, the surroundings became much warmer, as if someone hugged her.

There was a gentle voice in her ear, telling her not to be afraid, the doctor will come soon.

What an incredible idea.

Auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and perhaps hypochondria.

Song Xiangsi took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to continue talking nonsense.

"If you really hug me, can you promise me one thing."

"Can you get out now?" Yan Xuan didn't want to talk to Song Xiangsi anymore.

Song Xiangsi reluctantly bent her lips, and said in a warm voice, "Just treat me as sick."

"Trust me, okay, Ji Yao is not good enough for you."

When she first heard her first sentence, Yan Xuan wanted to praise her for being self-aware, but when she heard the second sentence, she felt that she might not be sick, but crazy.

So Yan Xuan asked her back without thinking: "She is not worthy, so who is worthy? Are you?"

Song Xiangsi was stunned.

Yan Xuan said indifferently: "I don't know if she is worthy or not, but I know—"

"You do not deserve."

These words kept echoing in Song Xiangsi's mind like a 3D loop.

"And feelings are something that deserves something, I said..."

Before Yan Xuan finished speaking, the first thing she met was Song Xiangsi's reddened eyes.

When she was about to say the next words, a tear slipped down from Song Xiangsi's eyes.

Yan Xuan froze for a few seconds, panicked in her heart, subconsciously picked up the paper from the coffee table, and when she handed it to her, she came to her senses.

In the end, the paper was placed between the two of them, and it was not handed to Song Xiangsi, nor did she take it back.

Yan Xuan knew that the best thing she could do now was to turn around and leave, leaving the living room to Song Xiangsi, and letting her wait here alone.

But at this moment, her feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

Song Xiangsi lowered her head, she didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her emotions at that moment, tears suddenly overflowed.

It is uncontrollable sadness, want to cry, want to hide alone.

Yan Xuan is right, she is not worthy.

Perhaps for Yan Xuan, she is even more unworthy than Ji Yao.

"Hello." Yan Xuan didn't expect Song Xiangsi to cry suddenly, let alone burst into tears.

"En." Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes and dared not look at her.

"No..." Yan Xuan originally wanted to say that she wouldn't be so petty, but she felt that she was bowing her head, and then said, "Isn't this a fact that I have known for a long time? Why are you crying?"

Yan Xuan had only seen Song Xiangsi's red eyes before, but she had never seen Song Xiangsi shed tears.

In her previous perception, Song Xiangsi was a very strong and gentle person, and she never thought that such a thing as crying would happen to Song Xiangsi.

For a while the mood was complicated.

"The wind and sand got into my eyes." Song Xiangsi said in a low voice.

Yan Xuan: "..."

Into the sandstorm...

Yan Xuan glanced at Song Xiangsi who lowered her head.

It was only at this moment that she clearly realized that Song Xiangsi had changed a lot.

She is no longer the gentle and powerful Song Xiangsi in her previous cognition.

Whether it's true tenderness or false pretense.

At least Song Xiangsi shouldn't be like this.

Think about what happened today.

An idea came to mind.

Yan Xuan looked at Song Xiangsi who adjusted her emotions with lowered eyes, and asked with a smile:

"You don't have a love brain, do you?"

"Huh?" Song Xiangsi didn't raise her eyes, but just expressed doubts about her words.

"Some people do extreme things because of a broken relationship, like a hunger strike, threatening others with their own lives," Yan Xuan said again, "Could you be this kind of person?"

If this was normal, Yan Xuan wouldn't have talked so much with Song Xiangsi.

It's just that today's situation made her curious.

How can a person who has always been healthy and eats a regular diet suddenly suffer from gastrointestinal problems.

Song Xiangsi froze for a moment after hearing her words, pursed her lower lip, and said nothing.

She did not go on a hunger strike.

only……

Yan Xuan didn't intend to listen to Song Xiangsi either.

"As for me, what I look down on the most is people who don't take care of their bodies," Yan Xuan added at the end, "Love others first."

Yan Xuan spoke quickly because she was afraid of regretting it.

I regret not taking advantage of this moment to torture Song Xiangsi.

But in fact, within a few minutes after saying this, she did not feel any regrets.

That's right, she doesn't like to add insult to injury, nor does she like to take advantage of others.

Song Xiangsi is very miserable now.

She is in a good mood today, and she will have a chance in the future, so there is no need to rush.

Song Xiangsi looked up at Yan Xuan who had finished speaking.

His eyes became softer.

An uncertain voice came from the bottom of my heart——

She seemed to care about me.

But the voice didn't last long, because she heard Yan Xuan say:

"Don't think too much, I just look at you pitifully and comfort you."

Yan Xuan glanced at her, and murmured in a low voice: "If you have a way for me to catch up with Ji Yao, maybe I will thank you."

Hope was dashed.

The heart that thought it was being cared for was shattered.

She didn't seem to be used to Yan Xuan not caring about her anymore.

Song Xiangsi hooked her lower lip in a self-deprecating manner, and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what sound to make.

She is still too greedy, obviously Yan Xuan has been very tolerant to her.

He called a doctor for her, and was even willing to leave the living room to her, letting her stay here until the assistant came back to pick her up.

At this moment, Song Xiangsi thought pessimistically.

Is it true, as Yan Xuan said, only on the day of her death will Yan Xuan completely forgive her.

"Yan Xuan." Song Xiangsi suddenly called her.

Yan Xuan casually hummed: "Why?"

Song Xiangsi smiled and asked her, "Is what you said at the beginning true?"

As if guessing that Yan Xuan didn't understand that sentence, Song Xiangsi answered in advance: "You say, you will forgive me when I die."

For a moment, Yan Xuan saw the long-lost expectation in her eyes.

She is waiting for her answer.

Perhaps to be precise, he was expecting her to answer yes.

"Why? Do you want to die?" Yan Xuan didn't want to fulfill her expectations, and there wasn't any vibe to speak harshly now.

The answer is that it will only meet her expectations.

Yan Xuan didn't want her to get what she wanted.

Song Xiangsi shook her head: "No, I just felt that accident and tomorrow, no one knew which would come first, so I suddenly thought, if..."

Song Xiangsi didn't continue talking, but silently lowered her eyes.

Yan Xuan felt unprecedented pessimism in Song Xiangsi.

She was right.

Who will come first tomorrow or the accident is unpredictable.

But such words should not come out of Song Xiangsi's mouth.

Her attitude towards life has always been positive.

Although……

When Song Xiangsi asked her how to forgive her before, she did say that she would forgive her when she died.

But when the words came out of Song Xiangsi's mouth, the meaning changed.

For a moment Yan Xuan didn't know how to answer Song Xiangsi.

She really hated Song Xiangsi for a while.

I hate her for giving me hope and let her down, I hate her for letting myself live in the beautiful dream she built, and then I wake her up hard.

He even hated her to the point of wishing her to feel her own pain, to crush her dignity, to let her feel the feeling of having hope but being taken away by others.

But when Song Xiangsi knelt down, she didn't feel pleasure.

I even thought that maybe it was not enough, so I chose to play games with Song Xiangsi.

Yan Xuan looked at her, neither wanting to understand her thoughts nor to comfort her.

While the two were silent, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

The door was opened.

Yuan Yuan was grabbing Cheng Chen's collar, complaining to her:

"Sister, she's sneaking around outside our door, I don't know what she's doing, maybe she was sent by Song Xiangsi to eavesdrop..."

Yuan Yuan was halfway through speaking when she suddenly saw Song Xiangsi sitting on the sofa covered with her blanket.

Something grabbed her throat.