C1046 He Promised to be Late

Rongge did not comment on such an answer. He would indeed be attracted to her. However, that attraction was not enough for him to make a choice and promise, so he did not have the right to talk about her. He was the willow leaf that fell from the river of her life. When it fell, there were no ripples. When he went, as long as the wind was stronger, he would be able to return to his vast world.

Since he wanted to leave, he wanted to leave even more thoroughly.

At this point, neither of them had a new topic to talk about. After Rongge finished drinking the water in his cup, he got up and left.

It was the same as when they first met. He was wearing a grey suit and a big coat, holding a hat in his hand. He raised his hand and put it on his head. He lowered his head and kept his eyes closed. No one could see his expression clearly.

Qing Huan sent him out, then leaned against the door frame and watched him leave the building.

"It ended so quickly?" She pinched her throat again and said in a strange tone.

Qing Huan's gaze did not land on her at all. She straightened her body and returned to the room. She swung her hand and closed the door. Then, she walked to the cabinet and took out a can of coffee beans the size of a palm and threw it into the trash can.

She should have known that men who relied on mountains to pour water and water were never worth her sincerity.

Time passed quickly. On the night of the Lantern Festival, Qing Huan was carried into the mansion by a pink sedan.

The marshal's surname was Sun. He was born in the fields and had only studied for a few years. However, he had a brain that did not walk the usual path and a robust body. It was this brain that made him analyze the situation and make strange moves. It was this body that did not hurt him at all even when he was in the sea of fire. The only thing that made him feel pity was... The only thing that made him feel pity was that he did not have a loyal and upright heart.

But without a doubt, in this chaotic world, this kind of man was an ambitious and ambitious man.

As the saying goes, Commander Sun, Qing Huan had only seen him once.

It was still the summer of 1916. She had sailed across the bridge alone. He stood at the end of the bridge and looked at the scenery from afar. He looked down and coincidentally saw her coming out from the hole in the bridge.

"Where are you going with the boat?" Marshal Sun asked her.

Qing Huan looked up and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Before that, Qing Huan had never thought that the black-faced, bearded, and cold-hearted marshal in the newspaper would be this clean scholar with a buzz cut, a long robe, hands behind his back, and a pair of glasses on his face.

That pair of eyes, Qing Huan could still clearly remember the rich look that pair of eyes had when they looked at her.

Gentle, soft, like the water in the south of the Yangtze River, blended with spring and the green heart. It was masculine, firm, and also like the wind in the north. It was mixed with the biting cold and sharpness of the winter.

With just a glance, Qing Huan knew that this was a person with a story.

She liked those eyes that seemed to contain thousands of worlds. In a moment of interest, she invited him to play with her, and he agreed very readily.

The two of them actually only had a short conversation for a cup of tea's time before he found a flight of stairs and got off the boat. Before he left, he even gently smiled and said to her: "I'll talk to you in the future."

At that time, Qing Huan was mesmerized by his gentleness. She only felt that this man would definitely be a good customer. If his identity was a bit more valuable, he might even be able to get her out of the building, so she deserved it very quickly.

Later on, he did not go and look for her, and Qing Huan also did not see that clean face in the newspaper. For more than half a year. In the past, Qing Huan was so disappointed that she thought that it was just a casual remark. However, she didn't expect that his promise would only be delayed by half a year.

On the night that Qing Huan entered the residence, she looked at the red candle that had shed tears for the entire night alone.

On the second night, Marshal Sun came to her room in the snowstorm. The first thing he said when he entered the room was... "I made you wait for a long time."

In an instant, Qing Huan saw him chatting happily with her during the summer. But in the blink of an eye, he turned into the man in the military uniform in front of her. The commander with a cold face. When he looked at her, there was no more warmth in his eyes. There was only endless calm and indifference.

With just a glance, Qing Huan's beating heart calmed down. She went forward to greet and serve tea. With a soft and gentle voice, she called out, "Marshal."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace.

During the process, he was very gentle to her. However, at the end, he bit her earlobe out of control. His voice was a little out of breath and trembling, but the strength and tone of his voice was fierce. "I said I was looking for you, but now I've finally found you."

Qing Huan did not feel the entanglement of fate from his words. She was just confused.

She thought of a possibility to leave Yang Lou, but she did not expect it to be in such an unbearable way.