I know it's a sad story.
But this should all end here.
Xiaolan raised her fist towards the screen.
With a strong blow, Huazhi's gentle look and sad eyes were shattered into pieces at that moment.
Hua Cong is not the only one who should come out of sadness.
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Ren Chong was still sitting in a familiar seat.
There are memories of walking with her here, her taste, and her breath.
The one you love has been gone for too long.
But he kept waiting.
Ren Chong opened the pages of the book and read intently as usual. The evening sun was streaming outside the window, and everything was as usual.
The sun is gradually setting.
Ren Chong turned over the page in front of him.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, and something seemed to leave his body.
Ren Chong suddenly shuddered.
Still the same sunshine, the same quiet library in the evening.
Ren Chong looked around with wide eyes, and his right hand unconsciously moved towards his heart.
What happened to me just now? Although it was a warm and comfortable environment, I suddenly felt empty in my heart.
It's like I forgot something important.
Ren Chong sensitively put away the book and looked around.
This corner is deserted, and there are no people studying nearby.
The sudden coldness just now, maybe there is something evil going on here.
Putting the backpack on his back again, Ren Chong left in a hurry.
This place is so weird. Why are you sitting here studying?
Forget it, try another place next time.
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Xiaolan panted lightly, staring at a room full of large and small glass fragments.
Those pictures are all invisible at this time.
Hua Cong's laughter stopped at some point, and the two of them were silent, with only the occasional scraping sound of broken glass.
Night is coming in the world, and the sunlight shining through the window is gradually dimming. It seems that time is still passing here, and it will not be abandoned by time.
"Why would you do this?"
Hua Cong's voice calmed down, and there was no trace of sadness in it.
"I do it because you have to."
Xiaolan stood among the ashes and replied.
"I don't know what destroying this place will bring to them in reality, but I know that rather than dwelling on the past, you now hope they can forget you."
There was another long silence.
"Does Huazhi still remember me?"
After a long time, Hua Cong's forbearing voice finally came, containing both worry and expectation.
Xiaolan took a breath.
If Huazhi didn't remember you, none of this would have happened, and it wouldn't be what it is now.
"She still remembers you now, but...maybe she will slowly forget you," Xiaolan lied, "Huazhi's life is very happy now. I think happiness can heal pain, what do you think?"
"Alas..." The girl's long sigh echoed, "You can do it if you say you can. I believe you for now. If I find out that you lied to me, I will definitely go to you to settle the score, huh..."
Xiaolan's anxious heart was finally relieved. It seemed that even with coaxing and deception, she finally found the correct answer to this room.
"Flowers..."
"Hey, what's your name?"
Xiaolan was a little confused by Hua Cong's sudden interruption.
"I...my name is Liao Yilan, you can call me Xiaolan..."
"Xiaolan..." Hua Cong muttered, "The name is pretty nice. For the sake of your nice name, I'll give you a hint."
Hint coming? Xiaolan pricked up her ears.
"The third room is opposite to this glass room," Hua Cong paused, "This hint is obvious, go find it quickly, Xiaolan."
