874: C874 Chapter 874

C874 Chapter 874

She got up and walked out.

He didn't even spare a glance at Qin Lili, who didn't know what to do.

Qin Lili bit her lips.

It wasn't as if she didn't know Yun Jing's personality. She was usually the proud and arrogant little princess. The more people hated her, the more she wanted to do something annoying!

Right, she, Qin Lili, was the kind of person who would rather she, Qin Lili, had gone to America and rolled far away so that she would never come back!

That way, Lu Liye wouldn't have to circle around her anymore!

Qin Lili admitted that she was jealous, and that she was extremely jealous!

Playboy like Lu Liye, since when did he have so much respect for a woman? Except for her, Yun Jing!

There were only a few days left before he left the United States.

These days, Yun Jing had been in a muddle.

On his body, the traces left behind by that night of love gradually disappeared. In the end … Not a trace was left.

Yun Jing thought, his love for him, will one day like these traces, quietly fade, to the end, only exists in the memory... If that was really possible, how great would that be?!

But unfortunately, the disappointing her was still hoping extravagantly ….

He was hoping for her to tell him to stay.

How to keep him? She had already gone to the col without any communication device. It was possible that he had left just to avoid her pestering him!

As Yun Jing thought of this, she felt even more upset.

… ….

The remote mountain area that Xi Zhinuan was in could be said to be a plague isolation zone.

There were no communication signals, and the only way to communicate with the outside world was through letters.

It was said that it was not easy for the postman to send a letter out, and it would take him a day to get back and forth.

There was no traffic in the village. When they arrived at the village, the buses sent by the hospital couldn't enter the village. The villagers drove ox-carts to pull them and the volunteer doctors into the village.

This was the most remote and backward place Xi Zhinuan had ever been.

However, even though it was far away, it had a beauty that the city didn't have, a natural beauty.

It was his fourth day in the village.

During his lunch break, he was leaning against a hawthorn tree and smoking.

A cool breeze blew past, rustling the leaves.

The white hawthorn flowers that were as pure and pure as jade floated down like a rain of flowers. They scattered across his broad shoulders, giving off an indescribable feeling of loneliness.

In just three days, she would be leaving for America!

Xi Zhinuan let out a long breath. The smoke was so thick that it clouded his eyes.

Suddenly, he heard someone speaking in the hawthorn forest not far from him.

"Xiao Yun, you must hate me! "Even though you know that you've gotten the plague and won't live for much longer in this world, you still choose to be selfish and refuse to let go …"2

It was a man's voice.

His voice contained a trace of grief.

He thought about the sick villagers in this mountain village.

"I won't allow you to say that about yourself. Little Yu, I don't hate you, on the contrary, if you choose to push me aside after you get sick and let me not see you while you're still alive, in the end … But what I saw was only a cold shell. If that were the case, I would. I'll hate you for the rest of your life! "

The girl's words were like thorns that pierced deeply into Xi Zhinuan's heart all of a sudden.

'Cold shell... '

Xi Zhinuan's fingers, which were holding onto the cigarette, trembled.

The pale bones of his fingers became even more distinct.

He wasn't afraid of becoming the so-called 'icy-cold shell' that she spoke of. What he was afraid of was … When that girl saw his ice-cold body … …

As the girl had said, when one was alive, one could not see it. When one was dead, leaving behind a cold shell would cause her pain, regret, regret, and finally, endless nostalgia … Xi Zhinuan suddenly felt his nose and eyes sour.

This seemingly selfless action was in fact extremely selfish.

He had never cared about her feelings and had selfishly deprived her of the right to choose … Later on, Xi Zhinuan didn't listen to the conversation between the boy and the girl in the hawthorn forest.

He threw the cigarette in his hand onto the ground and stamped it out.

Tidying up his trench coat, he turned around and walked back.

His steps were like the wind, getting faster and faster. Finally, he ran towards his room.

He was living in the house of a villager.

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