Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan stepped over and sat down opposite him. She took a deep breath and said softly: "You said that day, during my stay in Xiamen, I still have the right to choose."

Shi Yuhan was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at her with unpredictable expressions.

Song Qinghuan felt a chill on his back, and the man's indifference gave people a sharp and terrible feeling.

There was silence for a while, but it was as if a century had passed.

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips for a while, finally stabbed herself in the chest cruelly, and said with pain, "I have decided, I have to choose again!"

Shi Yuhan stared at her closely, his eyes seemed to be quenched.

Intuition told Song Qinghuan that the man in front of him was in anger, and seemed to warn her, asking her to worry about it before speaking out. It's better not to say anything that shouldn't be said.

Her heart thumped and thumped, almost in her throat.

"I thought for a moment. Although there is no one around me now, but even so, it seems that we are not suitable for a try, so..." At this point, Song Qinghuan felt that his heart was a little exhausted.

Her voice was like a hairspring, and her eyes looked at him almost imploringly: "Please allow me to refuse. I hope that after returning from Xiamen, you can see it for the sake of our peaceful coexistence, and when you do well, go back. When we were just married..."

There was a crisp "pop", and when the cold weather was almost violent, he shut the laptop off.

Song Qinghuan was shocked by his sudden movements, and then jumped from the sofa to his feet.

But she didn't, and she immediately stepped away, but stood quietly, looking down at Shi to protect her from the cold.

Shi Yuhan never spoke, nor looked at her.

The air in the room froze, and each other's breathing could almost be heard in silence, even though the distance was still so far.

"As you wish!" He stood up, so indifferent and almost cold.

After he closed the door, Song Qinghuan's legs suddenly softened, and then she fell onto the sofa again.

It's over, and finally everything is over.

That night, after Shi Yuhan went out, he didn't return to his room. The next morning, he was rushing to catch a plane, but Shi Yuhan still did not return.

Song Qinghuan packed her luggage, and by the way, she also packed Shi's cold-proof luggage, and waited quietly. After waiting for a long time, the cold-proof did not come.

It's almost noon, when it's time to go to the airport.

Song Qinghuan took one last look, Shi Yuhan quietly placed the suitcase in the room, and then closed the door.

In the hall, Yu Yang was going through the check-out procedure, Song Qinghuan was standing in the hall waiting for her, holding the box.

After a while, I saw Shi Yuhan and Chen Tian walking towards her one after another.

Song Qinghuan was stunned, suddenly a little at a loss, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

Pursing her lips, she was about to say to him: "Your luggage has been put away, you can check out after you take it down."

As a result, Shi Yuhan saw her coldly, without any expression, with alienated eyes, like looking at a stranger.

This immediately caused Song Qinghuan to swallow everything he wanted to say.

At this moment, he passed by her, as if she was just air.

In an instant, the whole world stood still.

Passing by, back to when she was just married, isn't this what she wanted?

But why his indifference at the moment made her feel a little unbearable.