MTL - The Road Turns White Tonight-Chapter 7 Chapter Six: Don't Know Even When We Meet

"Gu Yebai, do you really belong to me?" The softest part of Huai'an's heart suddenly collapsed, and the eyes blurred into the colorful scenes in front of the library that autumn day.

She is smart and has a clear purpose. Thinking of the girls in the dormitory, she smiled. Wisdom is not enough to pursue stability. After graduation, I would like to be a small white-collar office worker, or a small office staff member, and then a better man would be satisfied.

It does. How many truly amazing talents are there in this world? A talented woman of the foreign language department, half of Hua Guangbu on her head is made tirelessly.

But she was not a nerd, at least she would never go to the library to do the hard work at the time she should rest. However, for a full week so far, she still went there involuntarily at lunch break. Only one day, unintentionally, in the library study room, I saw the long and straight figure-Gu Yebai.

God knows how much she wants to associate with him further.

She looked down on the boyfriends of the girls in the bedroom, unexpectedly, now even thinking about such a boy. Lifetime will not fall in love, it will fall in love, it will hurt Acacia, the original taste.

Today, she has to walk into his world anyway, she bit her lips hard.

After a while of stinging, when the forefoot almost entered the library, he suddenly discovered that Gu Yebai had one more person beside him? !!

That person, she recognizes, Gu Yebai's girlfriend, Lu Youyan, who is in the same line with him, an ordinary and ordinary girl, why did he like her?

She hates it.

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The two stood one behind the other, Gu Yebai pursed his lips and stared at Lu Youyan, but Lu Youyan turned his back on him, feeling indifferent and decided. The autumn sun seemed to be completely cut off on the transparent glass windows, and his eyes were pale.

You Yan's slim back trembled slightly, but never turned back after all.

Huaian's eyes froze her coldly.

His laughter came in his ears, low and helpless: "Lu Youyan, I thought I could not want you, but it turned out that I overestimated myself and underestimated you."

For a long while, his lips moved slightly, and said, "Can I hug you?"

She still lowered her head and did not move.

"Just a moment, just a moment." His eyes were still clear and quiet, but his voice showed a sense of despair, his hands hanging by the snow-white shirt pressed tightly on the table, leaving his phalanges white.

Such a proud person. With all his ingenuity and pride, he didn't hesitate to fall apart little by little in front of the woman.

This man's eyes and eyebrows are all glorious. Four years, he has polished him more clearly and restrained.

But, now, the indifferent in his eyes, not only Huai'an, but also Youyan. To the extreme love is hate. Now, even hate is gone, that is, his heart is dead.