She is the one

It was already very late at night, Zixi looked at the decades-old clock on the wall, the minute hand just reached 12. "铛~铛~" The heavy bell rang twice, it was already 2 o'clock at night, and Yang Yi hadn't come home yet.Zixi seemed to have been waiting on the sofa for several hours, and the programs on TV had changed a few times.

The red antique car was parked on the side of the road. Through the window, Zixi saw Yang Yi with delicate makeup and the man in the car kissing farewell.

"Zixi, why don't you go to bed so late?" Yang Yi saw Zixi waiting for her on the sofa when she entered the door, she was very moved, and at the same time felt guilty for not preparing a present for Zixi on Christmas.

"Yang Yi, let's break up."

"What?" Yang Yi, who had hugged Zixi just now, didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a moment, but just froze there.

"let's break up."

"Why?" Yang Yi's beautiful face was magnified in front of his eyes, and his big eyes were full of doubts.

"You are not what I want." Yang Yi looked directly into Zixi's eyes, knowing that she was not joking.

"I know, Zixi, I must be too busy to be with you recently, right? I can turn off these shoots, turn off those interviews, and just stay at home with you, okay?" Yang Yi's lips moved He has already kissed the corner of Zixi's mouth.However, Zixi gently pushed her away.

"I've already bought the air ticket, I'm going back to China, go home." Zixi stood up slowly, and at the same time Yang Yi also saw the small black handbag beside the sofa.

After packing her luggage, Zixi was ready to leave for the airport. "There is still a period of rent, you can continue to live here." Zixi left the key and strode away.

"Zixi!" Yang Yi was a little anxious, why so suddenly?

Zixi stopped at the door, and put her finger on the doorknob. The moonlight outside the room shone on Zixi's body, and her jet-black hair was dyed snow-white.It's a full moon tonight.

"Yang Yi, you don't owe me anything, and you don't need to feel guilty to me anymore. As for the promise, it's just a song. You just need to live your life well." The door was closed, blocking the moonlight from outside the house.But the bright moonlight still poured down through the window of the living room, so cold.

Yang Yi sat paralyzed under the dim orange light. At that moment, Zixi seemed no longer the 19-year-old child.

On the tea table was Zixi's New Year's gift for Yang Yi. When he unwrapped it, he found a white scarf.