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

After finishing his sentence, Chen Jianji turned and left.

Lin Qingxue was still pouring tea.

The tea overflowed the cup and flowed onto the table, forming a stream.

It dripped onto the hem of her skirt.

She put down the teapot and addressed Wang Suling and Zhang Xinyi.

"I'll go talk to him for a while."

Before the two could reply...

Lin Qingxue had already gotten up.

Walk to that corner of the stairwell, to a secluded spot where no one can see you.

Her hands were no longer hanging loosely at her sides.

Instead, she adjusted her skirt, seemingly trying to cover the hem that had been stained with tea.

On the sofa in the lobby.

Wang Suling and Zhang Xinyi stared at each other blankly.

"Xinyi, tell your aunt what's going on between these two?"

Zhang Xinyi looked at the music box in her hand for a while before speaking.

"It's unclear now, but he was very nervous the day Lin Qingxue was admitted to the hospital last week."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare accept this gift!"

Upon hearing this...

Wang Suling rubbed her head; these two children were really giving her a headache.

I originally thought that Lin Xinrong and Feng Qian wouldn't come, just because my son said so.

She discussed it with Chen Guochang that week and decided not to go to see him again.

Unexpectedly, the person agreed yesterday and came directly today.

Even the child came along.

It was originally my own family who had invited others for a long time, so I was in a bit of a bind.

But I still went ahead with it despite the difficulties.

I just don't know what my son's attitude is.

Wang Suling sighed and muttered to herself.

"Let's ask about this after we eat."

......

inside the room.

Chen Jianji stood at his desk, looking at the half-open doorway.

Then a tall figure in a skirt walked in.

Chen Jianji looked at her with deep, intense eyes.

Their eyes met again.

Chen Jianji noticed that Lin Qingxue still had no expression, but her eyes had softened considerably.

Neither of them spoke first.

After a while.

Chen Jianji then spoke in a low voice.

"You remembered?"

Lin Qingxue's eyes flickered slightly, and then she nodded calmly.

"Um."

"It turns out we've been together for so long."

"I've experienced more than I imagined."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her without flinching.

Chen Jianji was also looking at her, but he kept frowning.

"So, what do you want from my house?"

Lin Qingxue's expression remained calm.

She wore a warm-toned skirt suit.

It didn't appear fresh or soft.

On the contrary, because of her temperament, she seemed like a dignified and aloof young girl.

Lin Qingxue tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming.

Her composure and reserved nature made it difficult to discern her emotions.

"I'm here to finish what I didn't do before."

"Do you want to hear it now?"

"Or rather, are you even listening to me?"

Chen Jianji's eyes grew even more somber.

"You still talk a lot."

Lin Qingxue smiled, a clear upturn at the corners of her lips, without any attempt to hide it.

"If I don't say it now, once the person is really gone, I'll have no one to talk to."

Her words sounded like she had backed down.

But she leaned lightly against the door frame, her imposing presence undiminished, as if this were her home turf.

At this moment, the two seemed to be facing off against each other.

An invisible spark inexplicably flashed in the air.

suddenly.

It was like a long-suppressed rage that suddenly surged up.

Chen Jianji gave a cold laugh.

"There's nothing to say, I see the facts clearly."

There was no misunderstanding or accident.

Upon hearing this...

Lin Qingxue slowly straightened up.

She stepped forward until she stood in front of Chen Jianji.

Then he tilted his head back slightly.

Chen Jianji also lowered his head.

Look at her face.

Especially her eyes.

Just like those days.

The eyes that look at themselves are always calm and undisturbed.

It's like looking at a complete stranger.

The conversation also felt like a business transaction.

A ruthless machine.

I also regard him as a useful tool.

Just like the beginning of her diary, isn't it?

At this moment, both old and new grudges seemed to surge up in a rush.

Chen Jianji slowly clenched his fists, his eyes dark and deep.

The veins on his forearms were bulging out.

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

Just the next second.

He saw Lin Qingxue's once unyielding, calm eyes melt away like snowflakes.

His eyes instantly turned red.

There was no warning whatsoever.

The person in front of him lunged straight at him.

Chen Jianji suddenly felt a weight in his arms.

A pair of soft yet trembling hands held him tightly.

......