Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chen Jianji stood there, completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Lin Qingxue had already lowered her head.

She was backlit, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

It was as if that vulnerable look in her eyes had never existed.

Chen Jianji opened his mouth.

I hadn't even had a chance to say anything yet.

Sudden.

Chen Jianji felt that the gentle stroking in his palm had stopped.

Those slender, soft hands then gently grasped his little finger.

Just like before, in the hallway of the teaching building.

She gently hooked her hand with the postcard.

Just that one time.

Chen Jianji coldly and ruthlessly refused.

And now.

Perhaps it was because the lights were too dazzling from the direction he was standing in.

He looked away.

He didn't move at all.

The door remained ajar.

It just seemed that the wind flowing through the gaps formed a vortex with the air inside the room.

The wind, however, made the door rattle.

Click!

A soft sound.

The door was closed.

The light and wind that originally blew in through the cracks.

They were all kept outside the door.

Chen Jianji glanced down at the fingers that had been quietly pressed against the door frame at some unknown time.

So, she was just faking it?

Chen Jianji slowly released his grip on the doorknob, his face expressionless.

I stepped over the backpack that had fallen to the ground.

She went straight to the bedside table and took a set of clothes from her bag.

"Just ten minutes. I don't want to see you after I finish showering."

As Chen Jianji spoke, he took his clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't glance at Lin Qingxue once more.

Hey!

The glass sliding door to the bathroom was pulled up and slammed shut.

Splash...

The sound of water rose almost instantly.

Lin Qingxue remained standing in the same spot.

She slowly withdrew her left hand, which was still suspended in the air, maintaining the clenched grip.

And then there's that right hand that, after bracing the door frame, closes the door with almost no effort.

Lin Qingxue bent down, picked up the bag she had just thrown on the ground, and patted it off.

Her eyes were darting around, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

But then I suddenly discovered...

There seemed to be no humming from the water heater coming from the bathroom behind me.

She had looked into this hotel.

The hotel environment is simple.

The single room only has a bed and a table; there isn't even a sofa.

The shower room also uses a storage-type electric water heater.

Therefore, that person took a cold shower.

Lin Qingxue opened her mouth, as if to say that it was cold here at night and that she shouldn't catch a cold.

But as soon as I turned my head to look through the frosted glass, there was no rising steam or water vapor, only the water spraying from the showerhead, and that swaying figure.

She froze.

For a fleeting moment, his cool and aloof eyes flickered.

Then, with a shifty look in her eyes, she clutched her backpack tightly and walked to the table, sitting down with her back to the bathroom.

Bang...bang...

My heart was pounding faster and faster than it had been before I entered the room.

Lin Qingxue quickly reached out and patted her face.

She kept taking deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling.

My heartbeat and facial expressions finally calmed down a little.

However, a lingering blush remained on her cheeks.

She touched her slightly flushed cheeks and muttered something softly.

"What's wrong with this wine? It seems to have a strong aftereffect?"

Lin Qingxue shook her head before taking out her phone from her pocket and glancing at it.

It's only 11:30.

Ten minutes isn't enough.

She put her phone on the table, rubbed her forehead, and tried to clear her head.

On the other side...

Chen Jian's base station is located under the showerhead.

The icy water kept falling on my head.

In his mind.

Countless images flashed by.

There was Lin Qingxue just now.

It also includes snippets of their interactions in their previous life.

That vulnerable expression.

This rarely appears in Lin Qingxue.

In her previous life, the only time she looked unusually pale was during the two months after giving birth to Xiaotong, due to severe bleeding.

The weakness on her face and the longing in her eyes as she looked at him could no longer be concealed.

The more I treat her with love and care, the more she sees it.

Of course, Chan Kin-kei now finally understands.

It's normal for someone who is injured to want to rely on the person closest to them.

That doesn't prove anything.

But now...

Lin Qingxue has done this more than once.

That was just now.

It was the same last time I ate at a restaurant near the driving school, when it was raining.

Chen Jianji lowered his head, staring at the floor and panting heavily.

Did Lin Qingxue...remember something?

That's why she was so sure that she would soften her heart if she acted this way?

Chen Jianji felt his slightly dizzy mind becoming increasingly clear.

He was gradually regaining his composure, or perhaps he was forcing himself to calm down.

Chen Jianji leaned against the wall inside.

His face was reflected in the slightly reflective glass tiles.

We must not repeat the same mistakes.

He said to himself.

Until I don't know how much time had passed.

Chen Jianji slowly straightened up and reached out to turn off the water valve.

......

The rushing water stopped.

Lin Qingxue, sitting properly in her chair, subconsciously raised her hand to swipe open her phone and glanced at the time.

This person took a shower and showered for fifteen minutes.

That's still not enough.

click!

Lin Qingxue swiped her phone back.

She slowly turned around, just as she was about to speak.

But then he saw that Chen Jianji had already walked up behind him.

His hair was half-wet, and water droplets clung to his cheeks.

He was wearing a loose, thin T-shirt.

Black.

But his eyes were calm and indifferent.

It was almost exactly the same as that day in the cafeteria.

"Did something come to mind?"

A sudden, cold voice.

This caused Lin Qingxue to pause slightly.

She asked instinctively.

"What?"

Chen Jianji gave her a deep look, then sat down on the bedside table.

The overhead lights were still there, but they were no longer dazzling.

The two were neither too close nor too far apart.

But they can both see each other clearly.

"You're not that kind of person; you don't show weakness or ask for help."

As he spoke, he raised his palm.

"And she would never take my hand on her own initiative."

"Have you remembered those things?"

Chen Jianji looked into Lin Qingxue's eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted from her.

Then cut and separate.

Lin Qingxue was also looking at him.

The two remained silent for a while.

Until Chan Kin-kei frowned, showing some impatience.

"I'm asking you a question, can't you hear me?"

Lin Qingxue's eyes remained calm, but she suddenly spoke.

"You told me not to talk about those things before, because you would start cursing if I did."

These words were spoken.

Chen Jianji's face immediately froze.

His previously composed expression cracked slightly.

He opened his mouth, then gestured for him to enter, and laughed angrily.

"I'm not angry, go ahead and tell me!"

Lin Qingxue nodded, but asked a question in return.

Where do you want me to begin?

"Are you driving me home from Beijing?"

"Is it still about staying at the hotel?"

......