C325 Sigh

Chiang Lee's voice was accompanied by the coffee machine's voice. Ann Qianxi lowered her head, ashamed of her dirty thoughts.

Chiang Lee's house, following his usual style, was simple, clean, liked to store plants in the room, and had a refreshing feeling of walking into the forest. Just like him, when Ann Qianxi was staring at the bush orchid in a daze, Chiang Lee had already walked over.

"Have a drink. It's cold outside." He sat next to Ann Qianxi's chair, like an old friend, as if they had just broken up in the office building, and they had met again today, but there was an immeasurable gulf between them in Ann Qianxi's memory.

The hand holding the cup quivered.

"You're cold." Chiang Lee covered his hand with hers, "You look like you have a lot of things on your mind, it's so embarrassing." As he said that, he gently pushed away the hair on her forehead. Ann Qianxi subconsciously dodged it, but Chiang Lee's hand stopped mid-air and felt awkward.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to this." Ann Qianxi lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I don't want the kind of comfort that you imagine."

"OK," Chiang Lee smiled. He got up and wrapped his gray cotton jacket tighter around himself, sitting a little further away from Ann Qianxi. "Then if you have anything you want to tell me, I'm willing to listen."

Actually, Ann Qianxi had a lot of things she wanted to say, many things she wanted to say quickly, or even to cry out loud, but after seeing Chiang Lee, she didn't know why, she couldn't say a word.

She shook her head and hugged her knees. She was feeling very, very down right now, like there were a hundred kittens scratching her heart. A hundred kittens with Chi Shaojun's face.

She knew that she couldn't see him, and she tried her best to restrain herself. Yes, perhaps the person she wanted to see was Chiang Lee. It must be that. Memories had cheated her.

Chiang Lee touched his head, like an elder brother treating a kindergarten child. He didn't say anything and just quietly opened a CD. In the room that could be heard, an elegant yet sad piano piece slowly flowed out.

Ann Qianxi's eyes couldn't help but tear up when the song was released. In the past, when she was in school, she had secretly gone to the roof to teach Chiang Lee, and her earphones had been filled with Li Keqin's "Half-Moon Nocturnal Songs" all day.

During that time, those who liked Hong Kong singers were very good, and those who liked the "Midnight Moon Song" were even more rare. Chiang Lee said that he recommended this song to only three kinds of people: first, he himself, second, a stranger who loved each other, and third, I love you.

With a blush on her face, Ann Qianxi asked him which one she was, and Chiang Lee also lowered his head and said with a blush on his face, the third kind.

Ann Qianxi's eyes reddened when she thought of this.

When she raised her head again, Chiang Lee was also looking up at her, saying, "My girlfriend used to like this, I hope you liked it too."

Ann Qianxi forcefully suppressed the burning pain in her eyes. Although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with tears. "Your girlfriend has the same taste as me. What a coincidence."

"This song has a lot of my memories. It could be counted as my first love song." Chiang Lee turned around, took a blanket from the sofa, and lightly covered Ann Qianxi, "My old girlfriend was very afraid of the cold, so every time the weather got cold, I would hold it in my hand and warm her hand. Chiang Lee turned around, and took a blanket from the sofa, and gently covered Ann Qianxi," My old girlfriend was very afraid of the cold, and every time the weather got cold, I would hold my breath in my hand and warm her hand. My desk was filled with these things. Later on, my classmates thought that I had come to Eldest Uncle and that I was preparing so many things for the girls. I was afraid that one day, when I wasn't by her side, she would take good care of herself … "

Before she could say the word "I", Ann Qianxi burst into tears. Chiang Lee hugged her like a child who had done something wrong.

Chiang Lee had the fragrance of shower gel on his body, and the light under the shadow made his skin look sexy and sturdy. However, Ann Qianxi didn't have a shred of desire, maybe she just had a reason to remember the past, or maybe she had other complicated feelings in her heart.

Chiang Lee was still the same as before, he didn't know how to coax girls at all. Whenever he saw the girl cry, he would joke nonstop, shout like a cow, and nag her, clumsily diverting Ann Qianxi's attention as if she was coaxing a child.

Under such sad times, it seemed better to have Chiang Lee. In the dim light, Chiang Lee smiled, "Hehe, don't be nervous, little scout army." Ann Qianxi smiled through her tears. "Aren't you a Boy Scout too?"

In Ann Qianxi's mind, she and Chiang Lee were very conservative children. To be frank, she hadn't completely transformed her body. At least until she met Chi Shaojun, she and Chiang Lee were innocent, and Ye took it for granted that Chiang Lee was the same.

Chiang Lee suddenly stretched lazily and smirked back at him, "Silly girl, of course I'm not." Although Ann Qianxi couldn't see his expression clearly in the dim light, she was certain that his body had become stiff.

Ann Qianxi knew that Chiang Lee was more qualified to be a "real man" than anyone else after that bloody and terrifying breakup. Moreover, as the person who was with Chi Shaojun first, she had no reason to blame him at all.

But as long as she thought about the past, before they met Chi Shaojun in their lives, in their pure and flawless young love, Chiang Lee had at least once been with other women. Ann Qianxi's heart was broken, and a black liquid flowed out from the cracks, like black asphalt, and she knew that his heart had become firm.

"What do you mean?" Ann Qianxi's throat was filled with ice.

She couldn't imagine that in that love that she thought was clean and flawless, there was a woman who had secretly shared Chiang Lee before her. Perhaps she was crying on the roof when her mock exam results weren't good, or sitting in a daze while she was arguing with her parents in the square chair, or missing Chiang Lee but couldn't find him.

And Chiang Lee, who was as white as milk, as warm as a hair dryer, as fresh as a camphor tree, was exploding together with another woman on the bed, sticky and hot.

The dark and malicious thoughts in her heart were like huge vines, with huge leaves, like hair, wrapping around Ann Qianxi.