C11

Lin Jingshang held Li Meixue's hand the entire time, not willing to let go of it for even a moment. Li Meixue was so nervous that her palms were sweating, while Lin Linjiang pulled her towards the gourmet food area.

Fruit platter, meat and vegetables, everything. Lin Jingshui picked up a plate of watermelon.

"Eat, make up for all the lost food." Lin Jin Shi released Li Mei Xue's hand, picked up a small piece of watermelon and fed it to Li Mei Xue's mouth. Li Meixue only looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Ah!" Lin Yemao actually made Li Meixue open her mouth and eat the watermelon as if she was feeding a child.

Li Meixue looked at him, and Lin Linjiang gave her a resolute look. Li Meixue frowned and ate the piece of watermelon.

Lin Jingshui pursed his lips and smiled in satisfaction, feeling very satisfied with his results.

The beautiful hall was beautifully decorated. Lu Zihao was wandering around among the flowers, the class had been coveting him for a long time. This year, it was rare for him to attend a reunion with a fellow student and even act as the host. This was a rare opportunity. They were using almost every move they could think of, twisting their enchanting bodies around in a relaxed manner in front of Lu Zihao. As for Lu Zihao, he raised his goblet, not losing out in the slightest to the heroic spirit, elegance, and calmness on his face. His gaze lingered in the hall. Helpless, the gold in front of him was blocking his line of sight, blocking his line of sight in front of his head.

"Young Master Lu, next week, the entire class will go out to play. Will you be coming?" The alluring woman raised her wine cup and stood in front of Lu ZIhao, her chest lines wiggling. Lu Zihao only smiled politely, and lightly clinked his glass.

"Help me deal with these women." Lu Zihao whispered to the bodyguard behind him.

"Yes." The bodyguard answered in a low voice.

Lu Zihao went around to the toilet to escape this calamity. Then, he started to search the crowd for Li Meixue's figure.

That pure white figure was currently eating heartily at the table. Seeing her unrestrained appearance, Lin Jingshui felt somewhat gratified. After taking back everything that she lost previously, it seems like Li Meixue lost a bit too much.

After graduating from high school, she had lost her love, lost a university, lost a very precious friendship, and almost lost her kinship. How could he make up for it just by eating these things? And all of this was thanks to Lu Zihao.

"Meixue." Seeing that the lights had dimmed, Lu Zihao dragged Li Meixue by the hand and walked away, not even asking if Li Meixue was willing.

Lu Zi Hao held Li Mei Xue's hand and pulled her all the way to the top floor of the hotel.

The starry night sky, the rose flowers blooming in the corner, and the big bell on the roof, all of these things were romantic. Such an atmosphere was suitable for confession and marriage proposal. If she had a grass ring, she would also feel touched. Li Meixue shook off Lu Zihao's hand.

"Meixue, what happened a few years ago was just a misunderstanding. When I went to the hotel that day …" Lu Zihao stood across from Li Meixue, looking down at her familiar face. Her eyelashes were still as charming and alluring as before, and her face became increasingly clean and distinct. If that man was her boyfriend, he wouldn't have believed it no matter what. He believed that Li Meixue only rented a boyfriend.

"Lu Zihao, you don't need to explain. Whether it happens or not, I don't want to go on with you. " Li Meixue grabbed her wrist, which was in so much pain just now. Her eyes were filled with despair and desolation. These words had used up almost all of Li Meixue's strength.

"Meixue …" A look of unwillingness could be seen in Lu Zihao's eyes, and even more so, desolation. Her gaze suddenly gathered on Li Meixue's fair and tender wrist. That flash of red was proof that they had once loved each other. If she wore it, it would prove that their love had always existed.

"Lu Zihao grabbed Li Meixue's right hand." "Meixue, this is the proof of our love, the gift that Lu Zihao personally polished for you. Just wearing it for one day proves that we still love you." Lu Zihao's eyes held a trace of pleasant surprise, and even more of his tone was trying to salvage the lost love due to a misunderstanding.

Li Meixue pulled back her hand with all her might. Lu Zihao could not feel the pain in her eyes. Li Meixue turned her head and pulled with force with her right hand. Traces of blood seeped out of her delicate wrist. That piece of red rope, that coin, lay quietly in Li Meixue's palm, and she handed it over to Lu Zihao.

"Wear it just to remind yourself that in the future, don't ever find another man like you."

Lu Zihao clearly saw the coin draw a beautiful arc in the sky, falling down from the top floor under the shining stars. At that moment, his heart was bleeding. The meaning of this coin was the only evidence of their love. Just like that, Li Meixue gently threw it out, as if she was throwing away a trash that didn't matter much to her.

Li Meixue had indeed rejected Lu Zihao. She had said before, she would find a gift that she would not reject, otherwise, she would return it back to him after trampling all over Earth. And just now, she really trampled the entire Earth to return to him, and even stepped on his heart. The heart that had loved only one person all his life was shattered.

Li Meixue raised her head and looked at the injured Li Feixue with her watery eyes, "My boyfriend and I have a good life, I hope you won't disturb me in the future." With that, Li Meixue turned around quickly, while Lin Jinggang stood at the entrance of the elevator and waited for her. It was as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Meixue, why did you run to the top floor?" Lin Guike indifferently looked at Lu Zihao's figure, tall but destitute. A person who had lost their heart would even lose their soul.

"I just wanted to see the stars." Li Meixue took the initiative to hold Lin Guoqiao's hand, proclaiming her happiness to Lu Zihao.

Closing the elevator door, Li Meixue suddenly started to wipe her tears away. Those tears were like beads with broken strings, unable to be stopped no matter what. Lin Guoqiao watched her move, and then he held her head against his shoulder.

"Cry, I'll lend you my shoulder." Lin Guike looked at the elevator door coldly, but he couldn't say what he felt in his heart.