Prince in Modern Times: My VIP Boyfriend

Chapter 75 Illusions
It was her hallucination!
Is everything just her imagination?

Qingyu had never appeared before, let alone stopped by the side of the zebra road.

Qingyu.

But she clearly saw it...

Saw…

but--

She couldn't explain why he disappeared again?

Everything seemed to be a dream I had in the hospital that day, and I woke up with nothing.

In a room full of moonlight.

Gu Yuetong sat in a dark corner, she knew that she was not lonely, because the stars and moon outside the window were always with her.

She couldn't hear the sound of the door being knocked again and again, and couldn't hear the voice calling for her from outside the door. What she could hear was the cry from the bottom of her heart.
long and sad,
Painful and distant.

Hugging her legs, she buried her head between her knees, and burst into tears in an instant.

I don't know how I came back, I just remember that when she felt hope turned into despair a little bit, she turned into a walking dead without thinking.

Like a wandering soul walking in a night market.

When she walked into the bright living room, she seemed to see Yanyan and Chu You standing up from the sofa immediately, looking at her with surprise and joy.

Chen Ma walked towards her and asked her where she had been, and if she wanted to make dinner for her, but she didn't speak, she felt the ringing in her ears, she couldn't hear anything clearly, she just wanted to go back to her room.

"Moonlight"

At this time, a gentle voice sounded from behind, as light as a breeze.

However, she could clearly hear the urgency mixed in it.

It turned out that Xue Kaide had also come.

Her footsteps just paused, and she didn't speak. Her stiff body still walked upstairs, and her steps became heavier and heavier every step of the way.

After entering the room, she locked the door without hesitation.

Now she just wants to be alone and think about whether what she saw on the street is real or illusory.

She couldn't admit that she saw the beauty of the flowers in the mirror, and the fear and pain of experiencing the broken beauty.

(End of this chapter)