Madam Dihao is not good

"Su Shijie, I love you!"

Su Shijie's hands that were gathering the blanket paused, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Chanel opened her eyes wide and looked at him, as if disappointed by his reaction, mist rose in her eyes.

"I know...love is your business...you don't need my love..." Chanel pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Su Shijie clenched his palms a little, staring at the blanket on her lap. [

"Don't think it's a burden, I'm just telling you..." Chanel's voice became lower and lower, "I love you, and it's my own business."

She finally had the courage to put aside everything and admit this love.

All along, she was the one who lingered, and she was the one who struggled. She didn't respond to Su Shijie's love.

So now, she has spoken out her love, and she should not get a response. She doesn't blame him.

"I knew it a long time ago." Su Shijie finally raised his face to look at her, there was a low level of tenderness in his dark brown eyes.

There were tears in Chanel's eyes, she tried her best to restrain herself, blinked her eyes, and asked casually, "How do you know?"

Su Shijie put Chanel aside, got up, walked to a cabinet and took out a box.

When Chanel opened the box, she saw the 99 paper cranes she had stacked!

The thousand paper cranes obviously showed traces of being dismantled, because although they were folded back along the traces, they were not stacked so well.

Chanel could tell at a glance that the folds were not as delicate as her original ones.

Didn't she bury all these thousand paper cranes in the ground?How come here?

"Did you dig it out?" Chanel asked in surprise.

"Ah."

"When was it dug out?"

"The day you left."

Chanel was silent, and he dug out the day she left, that is, more than 2 months ago, he knew her heart.

However, he never went to find her...

Looking at the paper crane, Chanel tried to hide her depression, and said with a smile, "Where's the big paper crane?"

"Put it away." In fact, it was stained red with blood during the car accident, and it was rotted away by him holding it all the time. [

But it doesn't matter, the contents of the letter, every word, has been printed on his heart.

Chanel nodded, hummed, and suddenly had nothing to say.

After a while, Chanel put down the paper box: "Su Shijie, let me ask you a question, you have to be real