C1618 She Was No Longer the Same Person She Was Two Years ago
Gong Moxuan's hand, which was about to send the message, stopped. He subconsciously raised his head and looked in front of him.2
Then, under the light, Lieh Muwan, who was wearing a black dress, walked up.
Her hair was casually pulled up by her, revealing her slender neck. There was light makeup on her face and lips. It was dark red.
Her face seemed to be thinner than before she left the country. Instantly, it appeared to be the size of a palm. It was delicate, but also had a hint of cuteness, as if it was still in the window.
However, she did not look like a doll. She looked like an elegant princess.
Gong Moxuan had not seen Lieh Muwan for almost two years. Since the time when he had an argument with her at the entrance of the Lieh Family's villa, they had never seen or contacted each other.
He even recalled that he had never seen her on his WeChat Moments.
It seemed like she had stripped him of his life after that incident, and that memory had also been buried in the primeval era.
Now that he was caught off guard, he felt as if he had been separated from the world.
And she, after nearly two years of training, seemed to be no longer the crying and fragile girl from back then.
Actually, back then, Gong Moxuan calmed down and recalled those words at Lie Family's doorstep. He also felt that he had gone a little overboard.
He had watched Lieh Muwan grow up. He knew about her personality and character.
Even if she really liked him, she would not deliberately let Nie Xiaomi wait for him because of this.
It was just that Nie Xiaomi's death back then was too painful for him and he hated the driver who caused the accident. He blamed himself and also blamed Lieh Muwan for delaying the matter because of listening to music.
Although later on he calmed down and felt that he should not have done that, but the words of the injury had already come out of his mouth. He did not know how to face it.
Especially since he knew that Lieh Muwan liked him.
So, he did not contact her again and did not take the initiative to look for her. The fate between them had started when they were young. Because of his words, they had been cut off from each other and had nothing to do with each other anymore.
At this moment, Lieh Muwan was already standing in front of the spotlight. She bowed down before speaking.
She spoke in a pure foreign language. Two years of time, she was indeed different.
"My work is called" Hell and Heaven. "Its inspiration actually originated from a story."
Lieh Muwan's voice was soft as she narrated, "There was once a girl who had always liked a boy. That boy was four years older than her. They grew up together and were like siblings."
When Gong Moxuan heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes.
On the stage, Lieh Muwan felt something and her gaze fell on the corner of the hall.
However, the light was very dark over there and she could not see anything clearly.
She composed herself and continued, "They grew up together. Until one day... That boy had a girlfriend. When the girl found out, she was disappointed, so she decided to go to school "
I just didn't expect an accident to happen when she was about to leave "The girl met the boy's girlfriend, and the two of them agreed to go together. At that time, the girl was immersed in listening to music and forgot about the boy's girlfriend, so when she was waiting for the girl, she was killed by the drunk driver."
Gong Moxuan leaned back on the seat and locked his eyes on Lieh Muwan. The expression in his eyes was indistinguishable.
"The girl blamed herself when she saw the accident. The death of the sister was like a shackle on her body. She could not break free. She blamed herself for being sad when she heard that song. She thought of the boy and forgot about the agreement, which indirectly led to the death of that older sister. She felt like she was a drowning fish, not knowing how to breathe. "
As for that boy, he must have been in great pain at that time, so he said something to her, saying that he was too disappointed in her. "
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