guilt

Mo Yuran checked the address of Song Zixi's company very clearly this time, and he could even recite it backwards.He came to Song Zixi's company early and waited.

Standing there, he naturally became a landscape.The handsome face full of lines attracts the eyes of passers-by.But Mo Yuran didn't know it at all, he just looked straight ahead - that was the only way for Song Zixi to come out.

"Zixi..." After seeing Song Zixi coming out of the company, he hurriedly greeted him, and Mo Yuran's face softened obviously.

"Where are you going..." Song Zixi looked at Mo Yuran.

"Remember the noodle shop we used to have at school?" Mo Yuran asked tentatively.

"Let's go." Song Zixi said after a pause.Looking at Mo Yuran's back, he still sighed silently.

The scenery on the side of the road changed rapidly, but Song Zixi was not in the mood to appreciate them, he was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until a pair of slightly callused hands held him that he came back to his senses.

He stared at the hand and wanted to pull it out, but the hand remained indifferent and held him even tighter.

"Aran, what do you want to do? It's not like you."

Mo Yuran couldn't bear to look at Song Zixi's helpless and sad eyes.

He turned his head to look at the road ahead, and his eyes were firm again.It seems that the road ahead is the road to consummation for him and Song Zixi.

"Xiaoxi, I'm still me. What you said is not like me. It's just Mo Yuran who was stupid in the past. But now, I am Mo Yuran." Mo Yuran said firmly.

Song Zixi frowned listening to Mo Yuran's words, now he is Mo Yuran?what does that mean?Wasn't it Mo Yuran before?He didn't want to ponder the meaning of this sentence in depth, he didn't need to bother, he didn't want to do it anymore.It should not be said at all.

"Little Xi, when will you go home with me? I miss you very much." Seeing that Song Zixi was unwilling to reply to him, Mo Yuran said again.

Song Zixi opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

He felt that he had punched the cotton, and every word Mo Yuran said made him speechless.He also seems to know now that even if he stressed to Mo Yuran countless times that they couldn't go back, Mo Yuran would not accept it indifferently.

For the rest of the journey, the car was quiet and depressing.

There are only two pairs of clenched hands that cannot be let go...