My iceberg fiancee is very possessive

"I don't know how I changed, I don't know how she changed, I slowly know what forgetting is, whether it is a kind of growth or a kind of sadness..."

Listening to this delicate song, Chen Xuanyu's originally tense body slowly relaxed, and memories flashed in his eyes.

In that era when the Internet was not yet developed, in those lonely and dark days, the arrival of the little mute made up for the regrets at the end of childhood.

In addition to clothes and toys, an old touch-screen mobile phone and a palm-sized MP3 were all her belongings.

The first time I heard this song "Seventeen Years Old" was in the little mute's MP3. I plugged in a wired headset, and the two sat on the edge of the bed, one on each side, and slowly immersed themselves in the world of music.

This is also one of his favorite songs.

Since then, Chen Xuanyu has completely felt the charm of music. During that period of time when he was particularly addicted, he even wanted to bring the little mute's MP3 to school to listen to it.

As expected, the little mute decisively refused, but the reason given was not that it would affect his studies, but that he wanted to listen to songs together after school.

If you get tired of listening to songs at school, what fun is there in listening to songs together?

Thinking about it, Chen Xuanyu's mouth corners subconsciously rose, slowly closed his eyes, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

But crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes like silk threads, along his cheeks, and slowly wet his palms.

Seventeen years old is a wonderful age, very close to adulthood, not far from youth. How many times have I imagined the days of growing up, but will I be really happy when I really grow up?

Those scars and sweetness experienced in childhood days cannot be smoothed out by time, but can only be engraved in your heart.

Many years later, when you are gray-haired, what kind of feelings will you have when you recall the traces engraved in your heart because of something?

"You...you cried?"

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, and the cool and soft touch passed over his cheek, causing Chen Xuanyu to subconsciously open his eyes.

A flawless face continued to magnify in his pupils, and through his pupils, he could see the clear lake in the other's eyes.

The familiar fragrance slowly penetrated into his nasal cavity, like a soft wool blanket, wrapping him tightly, giving him endless warmth and fragrance.

The heartbeat seemed to be stimulated by something, soaring rapidly at this moment, and the breathing also became rapid.

Looking at the pair of eyes full of tears in front of him, Ling Ruoshuang's heart was also full of bitterness, but the lake in her heart had already perfectly suppressed this emotion, not letting it overflow.

The palm gently supported Chen Xuanyu's chin, and the other jade hand tightly held the tissue on this angular face, gently wiping it.

"I...I, do it...by myself."

Looking at Ling Ruoshuang's serious expression and the soft touch on her cheek, Chen Xuanyu's face instantly blushed and he stammered when he spoke.

"Don't move, it's the last bit."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Ling Ruoshuang's beautiful eyes. She ignored Chen Xuanyu's refusal and gently pressed the back of her smooth hand against his cheek, wiping away all the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The moment their skin separated, the song slowly played to the end, and the soft and delicate singing slowly disappeared in the living room.

"Because I have changed a long time ago, because you have changed a long time ago, one day I occasionally talked about you again, whether it was a past event or a relationship... "

"My love, Our love, Our love."

The song ended, and the whole living room returned to silence. If there was no freshly opened pack of tissues on the coffee table, I might subconsciously think it was a dream.

"Why are you crying? Are you... worried about something?"

Ling Rushuang was still sitting on the sofa as elegantly as before, but the distance between the two seemed to be closer, and the corner of her clothes was tightly grasped by a pair of jade hands.

"No... I didn't cry. I... I accidentally poked my eyeball when I was rubbing my eyes just now. It hurt so much, so..."

Chen Xuanyu's thoughts slowly returned to reality. Recalling what happened just now, his face, which was originally a little red, was now red, and he faltered to explain.

"Oh, no wonder your eyeballs are red, it turns out that it hurts too much."

A trace of annoyance flashed in Ling Rushuang's beautiful eyes. She deliberately prolonged her voice and stared at Chen Xuanyu with a smile.

The calm lake surface was rippled. It was still the same as before. If there was something wrong in her heart, she would only hide it. When asked, it was nothing.

She was the most annoying. She was annoyed before and she is still annoyed now.

Thinking of this, Ling Ruoshuang's eyes changed, and her originally calm eyes were instantly filled with anger, and with a hint of coldness, she looked at Chen Xuanyu threateningly.

"What's wrong with you..." Chen Xuanyu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, his eyebrows drooped, and he scratched his head at a loss.

"If you have something on your mind, just say it yourself. What's the point of hiding it every day."

Ling Ruoshuang's voice became smaller and smaller. She let go of Chen Xuanyu's clothes with a depressed look, crossed her arms, and turned sideways like a little girl throwing a tantrum, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong, but today..."

Seeing Ling Ruoshuang standing aside and feeling angry, Chen Xuanyu couldn't help but laugh, and gently tapped her back with his slender fingers, motioning her to turn around.

"Oh, what's wrong today." Ling Ruoshuang opened her red lips slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction, and then slowly turned back.

"Today I ran into the sister Qingning I told you about before, so I was in a bad mood and very irritable."

Chen Xuanyu hesitated for a while, but still told what happened this morning. There was nothing to hide, and it had been so long.

Hearing the name Sister Qingning, Ling Ruoshuang's heart trembled, and she restrained her impulse and curiosity, and still looked calm.

"Oh, why are you in a bad mood? Did you tell me something else that happened between you and her?"

"You...how do you know?"

"You're already crying, why are you still pretending? Do you really think I believe your excuses?"

Ling Ruoshuang's red lips curled up slightly. She remembered that when they first met, she had just taken him home from school, and she secretly hid in the quilt and cried alone.

She had to coax him as a girl, and promised to lend him her MP3 to listen to, before he stopped crying.

Stared at by Ling Ruoshuang's questioning eyes, Chen Xuanyu thought for a moment and opened the bloody wound again.

"Actually... Actually it's nothing. When I was in school, she... She told others that I was an orphan."

"I felt that she betrayed me, and I remember it until now. Now think about it, she has nothing to do with me, so what betrayal is there."

"She... What she said was the truth, and she didn't say anything wrong. I was too narrow-minded."

Chen Xuanyu quietly recalled the scene at that time. He said it was okay, but he spoke very quickly, as if he wanted to pass it over.

Warm hands clenched into fists, veins bulged, and he suppressed the pain in his heart. His whole body became more and more stiff, staring blankly at the front.

"She's not worth it."

Cold words came from the side, and a piercing chill enveloped Chen Xuanyu. His arm slowly sank into the cold embrace, making him shiver subconsciously.

It wasn't long before a burning temperature suddenly emerged from the soft embrace, spreading from the arm to the whole body.

The sun was shining outside, and the glaciers inside the house melted, leaving only warm silence.