The lights are just on, and the road during the evening rush hour is filled with dense vehicles, and whistles are heard from time to time.

Xia Jue stopped on the turn, blocking the car behind him, and constantly urging him.

"It's going to rain," he said, "I'll take you back to school."

“…”

Jian Qing lowered her eyes and turned around to leave.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and the man's palm was warm and powerful.

Lu Huaiyu's dark eyes were deep, his lips were pursed, and he stared at her.

"Jian Qing."

His voice was very low and light, calling her name seemed to be making the final retention.

"Don't leave," he said.

He murmured, with a deep sense of powerlessness, like a abandoned dog.

“…”

The heart skipped a beat like a conditioned reflex.

Jian Qing was very annoyed that he was instinctively reacting and throbbing to his voice.

She was silent, bit by bit, breaking free from his hands.

Then he strode towards Xia Jue's car without looking at him again.

There are pedestrians walking in a hurry and coming and going on the sidewalk.

As she broke free and left.

The arms fell down as if they had been pulled away.

Lu Huaiyu stood among the crowds of people, as if he was the only one left around him.

The eyes were confused and helpless.

Suddenly, heavy rain poured down.

It seems to deliberately reflect his mood at this moment.

Lu Huaiyu stared at the front, watched her walk into someone else's car, and then left in the rain.

The eyes were scarlet.

Jian Qing sat in the car, the heating was turned on very well, driving away the chill outside.

The silver Porsche slowly drove into the driveway, and a small car accident occurred in front of it, causing the already congested driveway to seem to be stagnant.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the car window, and they drew traces along the glass.

Xia Jue held the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other hand on the eaves of the car window, and spoke casually, "This rain is really just about to say it."

Jian Qing leaned against the soft back of the chair, lowered her head, a little listless, and responded lightly.

She turned her head and looked out the window, reflecting the colorful night view of the city through the water-stained glass.

His eyes involuntarily looked into the rearview mirror.

People in the rearview mirror either ran away from the rain or hurriedly took out the umbrella from their bags to support them.

Only a figure from afar, standing still, standing there.

The scene of the car accident was finally cleaned up.

The blocked traffic began to move slowly.

Jian Qing stared at the figure in the rearview mirror and turned into a small black dot until it disappeared.

Door building of Nanda Academy of Fine Arts.

"Zhao Zexin, I said that breaking up means breaking up, and I didn't joke with you."

Zhou Shanshan was talking on the phone with her cell phone, speaking very fast, as if she was arguing, cursing out like a cannon.

"You deserve it when the company opened you!"

"You know what you have done yourself. Did you post the photos posted on Weibo?"

"Are you wrong? Do you know how much impact this kind of photo will have on a girl if it is spread?"

“…”

I don’t know what the other person said, Zhou Shanshan rolled her eyes and became even more angry, “What does it mean to clarify? If you stab someone, can you say it’s okay if the wound heals?”

After saying that, Zhou Shanshan hung up the phone and made a slut.

"Fuck it a fool."

Lin Yi came out of the bathroom, stepped on slippers, pressed the towel on his head to wipe water, and greeted him casually, "Yo, I'm back."

"Who are you just calling? The tone is so irritating that I can listen to it inside."

Zhou Shanshan looked at her and suddenly felt disappointed, her mouth was pursed, and she looked like she was about to cry, "Lin Yi, I'm done."

“…”

Lin Yi leaned obliquely on the escalator stretching out from the edge of the bed, and sighed after Zhou Shanshan explained the causes and consequences.

She scratched her head irritably and said helplessly: "Sister, can you change your bad temper? You just need to talk comfortably when you open your mouth."

"No wonder I think the atmosphere between you these two days is strange."

Zhou Shanshan sat cross-legged on the chair, humming, "I already knew I was wrong."

"Then what should you do now? I said so badly that day, and it seemed that I even made Jian Qing cry..."

"What can I do? I should apologize."

Lin Yi said while opening Weibo. She drew a human body in the studio for a day and will hand over the work next week. She didn't take her mobile phone to the studio because she was afraid that she would be distracted.

So I don't know what happened on Weibo today.

She kept flipping through photos and short videos in her hands.

"Don't say it, Jian Qing and Dr. Lu are really good-for-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Qing pushed the door and came in at this moment.

“…”

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

Zhou Shanshan's location was very close to the door, and she was the first to see her, with a full look of timidity in her eyes.

She coughed lightly, "Here I'm back."

Jian Qing's expression on her face was faint, without any special reaction, and she responded politely.

Then you do your own things on your own, and you can't see what your attitude and emotions are.

Lin Yi frowned, gave Zhou Shanshan a look, and urged her to hurry up.

Zhou Shanshan was uneasy and rubbed the patch of facial tissue in her hand. It was about to be broken, so she mustered up the courage and said carefully: "Jian Qing, I'm sorry."

“…”

Jian Qing took off her coat and paused.

"I was too impulsive and didn't figure out anything. I just said that I really knew I was wrong."

Zhou Shanshan's voice became smaller and smaller, and the more she spoke, the less she felt.

What I just scolded Zhao Zexin was actually scolding herself.

The stab she stabbed was no better than Zhao Zexin.

“…”

The atmosphere in the dormitory was extremely quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling.

After a while, Jian Qing closed her hair that was wet by the rain and asked casually: "Do you have a headband?"

"Ah?" Zhou Shanshan was stunned.

"Lend me one."

Zhou Shanshan raised her head and met her clean eyes. After a while, she came to her senses and rushed over the small drawer on the table.

Find a crimson headband with a cherry pendant and hand it to her.

Jian Qing said thank you.

It seems to be as usual as before.

When they handed her the headband, their fingers touched each other.

Zhou Shanshan's fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt the slightly cool and soft touch of her fingertips, "No, you're welcome."

Jian Qing walked to the front of the dressing mirror and began to slowly raise her hair.

Her hair had become a little long, reaching a length that could be tied up, although it was only a small thigh.

The atmosphere in the dormitory seemed to have become much more eased because of Jian Qing's interruption.

Zhou Shanshan and Lin Yi looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...