1733: C1733 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation 32

C1733 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation 32

"Fifth Young Master …"

Qian Jingchuan's heart rapidly sped up as he suddenly stood up.

The sound of messy and hurried footsteps could be heard.

… ….

Holy Land Asian Academy of Arts.

Yuwen Qingge sat on a bench by Weiyang Lake, holding an English book in her hands.

In the early morning, there was a thin layer of mist on the surface of the lake.

In the center of the lake, it was hazy and indistinct.

In order to increase her concentration, she flipped through the pages while reading in a low voice.

Even so, he was still unable to concentrate. After reading for half an hour, his mind was still blank.

Yuwen Qingge saw that her condition was still not right and pinched herself hard. She then let go a hand and slapped her face.

Splash.

The book slipped. A corner, green with grass.

"Clear Song …"

A familiar voice sounded.

Liu Mengyu brought two cups of coffee to her side.

"You're here."

Yuwen Qingge snapped out of her daze, bent down, and picked up the book that had fallen on the grass. Then, he lightly plucked a blade of grass from the cover of the book.

"I was just guessing that you must be here …"

Liu Mengyu gave her a faint smile and sat down next to her.

"Here …"

Yuwen Qingge took the coffee from her and said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Within her smile, there was a hidden bitterness that was hard to detect.

Liu Mengyu was startled and asked.

"Qingge, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Yuwen Qingge pursed her lips and denied the accusation.

Indeed, she was fine. Her wounds had all been scabbed, and they were almost healed. However, these few days, she was always uneasy and felt that something had happened to Gu Yunxiao.

She had lost the courage to call him again after the last phone call.

"Qingge, there's something I want to ask you. Don't be angry …"

Liu Mengyu had been accompanying her for the past few days, and seeing her depressed appearance, she felt a bit of heartache. Today, when he saw the grief that could not be dispelled yet again in her eyes, he could not help but open his mouth.

"You can ask whatever you want …"

Yuwen Qingge's breath faltered as she guessed what she was going to ask.

Actually, these few days, she really wanted to find someone to pour out her feelings to. After all, there were some things that would make her feel even worse if she held it in for too long.

Ning Qianyu had been busy these past few days, and several times when the words were about to reach her lips, she choked them back.

"Then I'll ask?"

Liu Mengyu asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Yuwen Qingge took a sip of the warm coffee, the corner of her mouth slightly raised.

A gentle breeze caressed the surface of the lake, causing ripples. Two withered yellow leaves fell with the wind, slowly drifting with the ripples.

The wind was warm.

However, Yuwen Qingge's heart felt waves of desolation.

A relationship hadn't started yet. Like a fallen leaf, it disappeared in the wind.

"Qingge, did you lose your love?"

Liu Mengyu moved closer to her, her hands tightly holding onto her coffee cup, lowering her voice, and asked softly.

"..."

Yuwen Qingge was silent for two seconds.

"Mengyu, I don't know if this is considered lovelorn?"

"Hmm?"

Liu Mengyu was stunned and puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"I like people, but he doesn't like me …"

A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Yuwen Qingge's mouth.

"Secret love?" Single love? "

Liu Mengyu blinked and asked in a low voice.

She didn't expect that people like Yuwen Qingge would not like someone like that.

"Un, right..."

"Does he know you like him?"

"Hmm …"

"So that's how it is. Qingge, don't be sad. He doesn't like you, which means he's not your real son. "You are much better than me..."0

As Liu Mengyu spoke, she made an analogy with herself.

"Mengyu, do you still have him in your heart?"

Yuwen Qingge tilted her head and asked. Perhaps he felt this was too abrupt, so he added another sentence.

"Why is it so hard to completely forget someone?"

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