Black-bellied uncle, don't steal your heart

Chapter 111 Concealed Confession and Rejection
"There's a thing called attraction."

There was such a sentence written on the note that was passed over, Chu Xia looked at it and was a little dazed.

attract?

Him, attracted by her?

She felt a little suffocated, and looked at him in disbelief. Is it attraction or curiosity?
She knew that her white eyelashes had always been the focus of others' curiosity. Apart from that, she didn't think there was anything else about herself that would attract people.

What's more, a cruel boy like Chu Lie.

He noticed her daze, and took the note to write something.

Chu Xia lowered her eyes slightly, and subconsciously stroked her eyelashes. All along, this thing brought her endless ridicule and pain.

She has always laughed at herself, and if it is this that attracts—

Before she could finish thinking, the note was passed on again.

"Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with your specialness, it only concerns yourself, Yin Chuxia, do you believe in fate?"

fate?

He means, not because of the white eyelashes?
However, she never believed in fate. She only believed in herself and her mother-in-law.

"I didn't think about it too much, but I was a little troubled. Can you, don't do this again?"

Compared with talking directly, she feels that writing can express her inner wishes more clearly.

This is a clear refusal.

Although the words of both of them were so taboo, Chu Lie understood clearly and just smiled faintly.

"It seems that you really don't remember me."

He said softly, his voice was very low, like a violin, leaving people in a trance.

Chu Xia understood what sound control was at that moment. She liked to hear his voice, but his words puzzled her.

Meaning, did they ever know each other?
She never deliberately thinks about some bad memories.

In her life, she likes to forget, and gradually, she develops a habit of never deliberately thinking about the past, except for her own mother.

As for Chu Lie's words, she still thought about it a little bit.

In memory, there is no such person.

She shook her head with a calm expression, then lowered her head and continued to read.

(End of this chapter)