After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

A month passed in a flash.

Few people in the class were talking about Mu Jingyue anymore. She was gradually forgotten from everyone's sight, as if she had never transferred to the school.

After all, I only stayed in class for three or four days and then took a long vacation. It would be a lie to say that I was not forgotten.

They still live the same ordinary campus life as before, as long as Qian Jiahong is always thinking about her.

For example, why hasn't she come to school yet?

Is your arm still not healed?

is it so serious?

It's all my fault, otherwise, this wouldn't have happened...

One afternoon after school, the warm sun shone through the window, like a layer of golden gauze draped over his body, looking hazy and beautiful.

The classmates had already walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, leaving Qian Jiahong alone sitting in his seat with his chin in his hand, looking dazed.

This scene happened to be seen by Lin Xiaohan who had just put on her schoolbag. She stood there and watched for a few more seconds, her heart pounding.

The female classmate who was waiting for her nearby urged her.

"Lin Xiaohan, hurry up."

Lin Xiaohan came back to her senses and smiled sweetly at her, saying, "You go first. I suddenly remembered that I have something to do with the teacher, so I might be late."

"Okay, I'll be leaving now. Bye, see you tomorrow."

The female classmate curled her lips and walked out of the classroom with her schoolbag.

At this moment, only Qian Jiahong and Lin Xiaohan were left in the classroom.

Lin Xiaohan stood beside the seat and looked at his profile for a long time. Finally, she mustered up the courage and slowly walked to his side. The golden sunlight sprinkled on her shoulders. She felt the world was so quiet that the only sound she could hear was her own heart beating.

She bit her lip, finally mustered up the courage, with a faint smile on her face, and whispered: "Qian, Qian Jiahong, school is over, why haven't you left yet?"

Qian Jiahong still maintained the same action, but he slightly shifted his gaze and saw that it was Lin Xiaohan, and said nothing.

Lin Xiaohan was devastated, but still refused to give up.

"Qian Jiahong, how about we walk together, okay? I feel like we haven't talked to each other like this for a long time. I have very small requirements, just let's walk out of the school together, even if we don't talk, okay?"

Qian Jiahong put down his hand that was supporting his chin, turned his head towards her, and his eyes were cold.

The light of the setting sun was shining on Qian Jiahong's head. Lin Xiaohan looked at Qian Jiahong's face shrouded in shadow and felt inexplicably scared. She was so scared that she didn't know where to look.

Qian Jiahong said: "No need, go away."

Lin Xiaohan suddenly felt wronged and wanted to cry.

There was a light mist in her eyes, and her face, which was already a little unclear, became even more blurry in Lin Xiaohan's pupils.

She asked dully in a low voice: "Why?"

Qian Jiahong looked at her and said, "Is there anything else you can say now?"

Lin Xiaohan remained silent.

But none of this was her fault.

This is all her father's fault, it has nothing to do with her, she is innocent.

She just wanted to play with Qian Jiahong, is that wrong? Why, why?

It’s all her dad’s fault!

Only Qian Jiahong would hate her so much!

During the moment when Lin Xiaohan was silent, Qian Jiahong stood up, looked at Lin Xiaohan coldly, and said, "By the way, your father seems to have done something incredible, you probably don't know it yet, right? But, maybe you will know it after a while. As the saying goes, good is rewarded with good and evil is punished with evil, and what Lin Qizhe has done will definitely be paid back little by little."

After he said these words, he put on his schoolbag, pushed away Lin Xiaohan, who was standing in front of him in amazement, and left without looking back towards the setting sun.