Leng Shuangshuang was telling him that having a relationship with him was not her choice.
Over the years, their way of interacting was like the left hand with the right hand, accustod to each other’s presence, and very in sync. Even so, neither of them broke the unspoken understanding.
"Lu Jincheng, forget about that night."
Hearing this, Lu Jinyang’s dark eyes instantly turned cold, exuding a terrifying chill.
There was a mont of silence in the room, and Leng Shuangshuang’s hands were tightly clenched, showing her tension.
After a long while, he suddenly chuckled softly, "I was drinking that night too. As for what exactly happened, I don’t rember a thing."
Before Leng Shuangshuang could relax, he added, "Since neither of us wants to ntion it, let’s just pretend nothing happened."
With that, he got up and walked out, leaving Leng Shuangshuang bewildered.
The sound of the door closing ca from outside, and she slowly got up and walked out. Where was Lu Jincheng’s shadow in the living room?
The ice pack that was originally in his hands now lay quietly on the coffee table in the living room.
For so reason, Leng Shuangshuang suddenly felt very sad.
What she ant by those words was that she didn’t want the two of them to beco like enemies eting because of that night. She wanted to say to forget about that night so they could remain good friends.
But he seed to have misunderstood her aning.
How could sothing that had already happened be treated as if it never did? Especially after that night...
Leng Shuangshuang’s eyes reddened, and she sorrowfully touched her own belly.
What should she do now?
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After leaving Leng Shuangshuang’s apartnt, Lu Jincheng returned to his car but didn’t imdiately drive off. He opened the window and looked in the direction of her apartnt, and he could see the lights on in her room.
When he chose this apartnt for her, he had considered this issue. If he ca over, she could see his car from her room, or when she stood on the balcony, he could also see her at a glance.
Thinking of this, a hint of pain appeared in Lu Jincheng’s eyes. Was it really so hard for her to speak softly?
A long, long ti ago, he didn’t like Leng Shuangshuang. Just as when they were young, he found her dull, thought she was foolish, but later on, sohow, those feelings began to change.
He still rembered when they were in high school, he, Leng Shuangshuang, and Lu Xinyun were in the sa school. Because she was extrely beautiful but didn’t like to talk, the boys at school called her the "Ice Beauty," and despite this, she still received many love letters.
Every ti after school, Lu Xinyun would complain to him, saying Shuang’er was too popular, and it would be a big loss if soone else wooed her away.
Perhaps it was from that ti that Lu Jincheng started to notice her. Whenever he ran into her, he would quietly take her backpack, pull out all the love letters inside, and dump them all in the trash. In the na of: "Spend less ti on these unproductive things, and more on your studies."
At such tis, Leng Shuangshuang would blush and whisper, "I was afraid of being seen by them, so I wanted to take them ho to throw away."
For so reason, Lu Jincheng especially liked it when she didn’t hide her thoughts from him back then. Later she went overseas for studies, and she would often ssage him. Even if he didn’t reply, she would still send him ssages.
Sotis she would talk about interesting things she encountered there, sotis she would ask him about academic questions. She would also call him, though infrequently, but on those calls, it was usually her talking and him listening.
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