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It felt like someone had removed the flesh and blood from her life. Shen Qianqing could see clearly that the executioner was herself.

"You are really cruel!"

Shen Qianqing smiled miserably, she was talking to herself.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, watching the room gradually brighten up, it turned out that the night had passed in such a daze, she also sat in the corridor all night, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and then realized that her legs and feet Some numb.

He limped back to his room, sat in front of the vanity mirror, looked at the haggard woman in the mirror who looked like a female ghost, Shen Qianqing couldn't help being stunned for a moment, was the woman in the mirror really herself? ?

What about the smile that used to be as bright as spring?What about the satisfaction at the corners of the eyes and brows?What about the happiness in the eyes?

All good things are like a dream, she has not fully felt the beauty of this dream, but she has been dragged back to reality by people in the dream, this is really cruel, sighing softly.

A hand that was as pale as her face gently stroked her cheek, and Shen Qianqing gave a bleak smile: "I will live well in the future, and I will live well without love, you know?"

Shen Qianqing put a pool full of hot water, and then soaked herself in it. She felt that she was about to wither, and she needed many, many people to nourish herself, and she wanted to make herself dazzling!

As if a spell had been cast, Shen Qianqing was busy taking a bath, changing clothes and putting on makeup, busy cleaning up the house, filling up every minute and every second of her life with small things, she couldn't let When she is free, she wants to remove all the traces of He Yifan left in this house.

After restoring the room to the way he used to live alone, Shen Qianqing let out a long breath, and sat in front of the big French window holding a half-written script before going abroad, looking at the clouds that were within reach outside the window, with the corner of his mouth Pull out a faint smile.

In fact, nothing happened, it was just a beautiful and somewhat sad dream.

Shen Qianqing told herself this step over and over again in her heart, she talked too much, sometimes she really didn't know whether it was a dream or not.

Is this what Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly probably means?How could she, a little layman, understand things that even sages couldn't understand?So it’s better to live life on a fake and real basis. Doesn’t this time lose 60 seconds every minute?

Why should she be so serious?

"Jingle Bell……"

The mobile phone on the table rang cheerfully, successfully interrupting Shen Qianqing's contemplation. She frowned slightly, and reached out to take the mobile phone not far away. It was an unfamiliar phone number.

Her mobile phone number has always been hidden, and she has never told anyone except a few familiar friends and her own manager, so what is going on with this call?

Shen Qianqing hesitated for a moment, and finally answered the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Sister Shen Qianqing, I'm Xiaoying." A timid voice came from the other end of the phone, Shen Qianqing couldn't help frowning because of his cautious tone, and even began to question whether his tone was too aggressive?

Xiaoying?

Shen Qianqing froze for a moment, the name was very familiar, but which one was this Xiaoying?

He rubbed his temples vigorously, searched his brain carefully for the people he knew, and finally remembered who this little shadow was, and Shen Qianqing felt a lot of shame in his heart.