Drifting Towards You

The moment she saw him, Meng Xiaolan gave birth to a touch of joy, but soon it was replaced by tension.

Su Xiangwan is also here, what should he do if he meets her?

Meng Xiaolan quickly greeted her, "Bei Ting, why are you here too?"

Mu Beiting just glanced at her faintly, and walked past her.

Many people came up to talk with him, and Mu Beiting simply dealt with a few words, his eyes kept searching for something in the venue.

He remembered that that name appeared on the list of invitations to the dinner party.

The name that seemed to be engraved in his heart.

When he appeared, Su Xiangwan also saw him, his eyes were slightly sore, and his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless.

He was thinner, and the indifference between his eyebrows was even worse than before, as if he had been cut off from his emotions.

The corners of Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little moist, and she stared at him greedily for a long time.

Did he live well, dreaming back at midnight, would he miss her?

As if perceiving her gaze, Mu Beiting looked up.

In the bustling crowd, she wore a light pink gauze skirt, elegant and fresh, like a fairy falling from the sky, and like a fascinating fairy, so beautiful that people can't look away.

Mu Beiting stared at her blankly, as if she was the only one left in the world.

He couldn't see anything else in his eyes.

"Late night..." She spoke almost subconsciously, and she blurted out her name.

Seeing the indifference in his eyes, Su Xiangwan's heart was blocked.

Still didn't remember her?

What a badass.

Su Xiangwan forced herself to look away, couldn't bear to look any more, and turned around and walked through the crowd to leave.

A person's gaze can be multiple and light.

It turned out that just a little indifference would make her unbearable.

Seeing her turn to leave, Mu Beiting was a little anxious, and immediately hurried through the crowd to catch up.

He chased him in a hurry, and Su Xiangwan walked quickly.

But her steps were still not as big as his. Mu Beiting squeezed her wrist and pulled her back.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he didn't hesitate about the pain in his wrist, and looked at him silently.

Mu Beiting's gaze fell on her face, and her voice trembled slightly: "Who are you...?"

Even if he knew he didn't remember himself, when these words came out of his mouth, a tear could not be controlled from the corner of her eyes.

"You hurt me." Su Xiangwan struggled to get away from his big hand.

The strength on Mu Beiting's wrist was slightly lighter, but he still didn't let go of her meaning: "You..."

Su Xiangwan looked at him with red eyes: "Why don't you recognize me and hold me?"

He is speechless.

He doesn't know why?

I just feel like I want to see her, I want to kiss her, I want her.

Even when he only saw her name on the invitation list, he found her in a ghostly manner.

Seeing him not speaking, Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and tried to get away from his hand, but he still clung to it.

Before Su Xiangwan could speak, he took her hand and turned and walked out of the crowd.

Su Xiangwan was dragged and staggered by him, and hurriedly followed his steps.

His eyes fell on his back, but he couldn't help but bend his lips.

You love me, even if you don't know who I am, you can't bear to let go when you see me.

Mu Beiting didn't know where to take her, her wrists were delicate, as if he would squeeze if he was stronger.

But he just didn't want to let go, passing through the crowd and finally dragging her to the end of a corner.

Su Xiangwan was dragged into the corner by him, and before she stood still, she felt a big powerful hand tightly around her waist, and then a familiar kiss fell.