Song Shengsheng felt that the self in the dream wanted to escape.
But why refuse?
She doesn’t understand.
Maybe she will never understand in her life.
Because her fate in this life has changed.
When he came to his senses, Song Shengsheng felt her hand gently being grabbed by Fu Cheng in the palm of his hand. He pulled away the needle and yarn from her hand and placed it aside.
Looking closely, Fu Cheng’s eyes were still a little red.
The red bloodshot looked like I had cried.
Fu Cheng’s voice also sounded a little hoarse, dull, “Shengsheng.”
Song Shengsheng felt that he was very sad. She didn’t know what was wrong with him, but this was the first time she saw him like this.
She carefully poked her hand out and hugged him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Is something wrong?”
Fu Cheng took out the letters in the afternoon and put them on the table. He didn’t have to read them anymore, but he still remembered every word and sentence in the letter.
The intimacy that overflows, the unstoppable like.
He is a man, not a saint.
He could suppress his anger when Shen Zhishu wrote, calmly pretending not to see anything.
But her attitude is crucial.
She had never been so dependent on him, and she trusted him more than her closest relatives.
It has been too long since time passed, and Song Shengsheng couldn’t recognize that this was the letter she had sent before.
She exclaimed and picked it up, “What is this?”
As she said that, she opened it and looked at it, and then she remembered what it was.
It was three years ago when her relationship with Fu Cheng had just begun to become cold.
She couldn’t stand the cold atmosphere. It was also possible that he often took tasks, and she didn’t like it without anyone to accompany her.
In short, there are various reasons.
And she couldn’t remember why now.
Song Shengsheng’s face suddenly turned pale, his eyes turned red, and he was a little helpless, and he looked pitiful.
Fu Cheng raised a smile, and this smile seemed better than not to smile.
The bloodline floating in the eyes became worse.
He looked at her with a little bit of mocking at himself, and he said, “The love words you said to me have been said to others in the letter.”
I miss you a little.
I want to find you.
When will you come back?
In addition to the bright “love” and “like”, this will catch peopleWords of .
Others, he has heard of them.
It turns out that Shen Zhishu had heard of it a long time ago.