To The Lovely You

  Lan Feifei looked at his figure disappearing outside the glass door, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of her eyes unconsciously. After he answered the phone, he was leaving again...

   He Chaoran came back after a long phone call. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lan Feifei with his back to him, so he stepped forward to look at her uneasy.

   Her eyes were gently closed, and long eyelashes covered the slightly blue eye sockets. Just above the eyelashes, there are still crystal teardrops.

  He Chaoran's chest tightened, his eyes slowly moved down, and finally settled on the pillow wet with tears.

   "Fifi..." He called her name tentatively in a low voice, with distress and guilt in his faint eyes.

  Lan Feifei still turned her back to him and didn't move, her eyes were still closed, she just moved her dry lips slowly and made a low, hoarse voice: "You... let's go."

  He Chaoran was startled, sat down beside her bed, and patted her quilt: "Feifei, I'm not leaving, I just want to ask you if you want to drink some water."

   "No, I don't want to drink anything." Lan Feifei pulled the quilt up and put it on her head, "Go away, I know you're busy. My parents will be here in a while..."

   As she said these words, she began to secretly shed a few more tears. She is so understanding and understanding! But she doesn't want to be an empathetic girlfriend anymore! She wanted to be like an ordinary little girl, occasionally losing her temper, and occasionally being unreasonable.

   "Feifei!" He Chaoran knew that she was **** off, and pulled the quilt covering her face, "I won't go, even if you drive me away, I won't go."

  Lan Feifei put down the quilt covering her face slightly, and glanced at him through the gap with her big eyes: "Really? Just now... Didn't your agent look for you? The concert thing..."

   Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by He Chaoran: "How can the concert be more important than you? How can I have the mind to rehearse when you are like this?"

   "He Chaoran...I..." There were tears in Lan Feifei's big eyes again, this time not because of grievance, but because of being moved.

   But at this moment, He Chaoran's cell phone rang again. He looked at the name on the screen and quickly hung up the phone.

  The phone seemed to be against him, ringing relentlessly several times. No matter how many times he hung up, it didn't help.

  Lan Feifei looked at him irritated, and whispered, "You take it! I'm much better, if you have something to do, just leave! I promise I won't get angry with you, and I won't get angry with you."

  He Chaoran threw the phone out of the window: "I said, I won't leave! If it's a big deal, the concert will not be held, isn't it a penalty?"

   He's not bad for money! Sing just for fun! If he can't even take care of his girlfriend, what's the point of him being a star?

   "He Chaoran, I'm sorry..." Lan Feifei lowered her eyes with guilt. She knew that this was He Chaoran's first national tour concert, and he worked hard for this concert. But just because of his petty temper, he gave up his dream for many years.

   "Okay, don't think about this anymore." He Chaoran helped her up against the head of the bed, "I'm not angry now, can I eat well? I'll feel bad for you."