Mu Xicheng murmured, as if talking to himself, "Fate made me meet you, fate made me fall in love with you, let me taste happiness from you, but ruined your happiness... I'm sorry .”

"What are you trying to say, I still don't understand!"

"You just need to understand that everything is caused by fate and has nothing to do with you." He slowly let go of her hand, turned his head, and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, "It's dawn."

Chanel turned her head to look, yes, it's dawn.

Mu Xicheng turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "After breakfast, you can leave."

Chanel turned around blankly, watching the back of Mu Xicheng walking into the kitchen.

At that moment, the light from outside the window came in and hit him, and he seemed suddenly unreal.

Chanel blinked, was it her illusion, it must be an illusion.

She walked slowly towards the sofa, and suddenly stepped on something, making a loud noise.

She looked down and saw that it was Mu Xicheng's music score, maybe it was blown over by the wind, and there were several sheets lying near the door of the study...

When Chanel picked it up, it turned out that it was not a musical score, but a poem:

[We know nothing of this separation/Because it is not for us to experience/Either love or hate/The lamentation of the lips of a false face/All it changes shape/The world is still full of things to be played role/As long as we still miss people's criticism/Death is also playing/Regardless of our dislike/But when you go/Through a small gap/And go/Suddenly there is a real light/Penetrating into On our stage/in all green/the truest green/true trees/sun/we play down again/recite some hard-to-learn scripts in fear/occasionally raise your hand/make a few gestures/but although you The distance is unreachable/It seems to be robbed from our script by force/Your existence still overcomes us from time to time/Makes the real feeling deep/Unchanged/Makes us feel like our mind is empty for a moment/Performs life/No longer cares Applause from others]

Chanel read it a few times, and felt that this poem was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

This poem seems to be expressing a message, which is a very bad message, but I didn't understand it for a while...

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the kitchen!

Chanel was startled, and hurriedly hid the paper, as if she was caught peeking by Mu Xicheng.

But after waiting for a while, there was no sound in the kitchen again. Chanel walked over and saw that Mu Xicheng was cleaning up the broken porcelain.

Seeing him holding the broom with his left hand, Chanel said clearly: "Your right hand is still injured, isn't it inconvenient? You bandage your hand, don't make breakfast, I'm not hungry."

But Mu Xicheng continued to make food as if he didn't hear it.

Chanel walked over and grabbed the noodles in his hand: "I told you, I'm not hungry! I'll go out to eat later."

Mu Xicheng's eyes were a little ethereal: "Eat something, even if you are with me."

Chanel frowned.

Mu Xicheng smiled and said: "Don't frown, you still look the best when you smile. I won't bother you anymore, just stay with me one last time."

Chanel's heart palpitations.

He never said "finally".

Even three years ago, before he left, he only said to leave temporarily, he gave her time, no matter how long, he would wait for her.

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