It was not until she left completely that Yin Shaolong, who was standing in the wedding dress shop, regained his mind and ran after him. At a glance, he saw the figure leaning against the dark green mailbox in a white dress. His heart ached.

"Alai?"

She easily avoided his hand, as if he was a pathogen. Without thinking about it, she produced a touch of resistance from the bottom of her heart. The rejection and resistance seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, not to say how much she hated him, but as if subconsciously she knew how painful and dangerous she would be when she approached him

Looking at the lost hand, Yin Shaolong's eyes turned red. He squatted beside her and said in a soft voice: "what's the matter? Don't you like it? "

Even though he had guessed some clues clearly, he still had a little expectation and thought that maybe she didn't remember anything

"If you don't like it, can I find another designer and redesign one you like?"

Listening to his soft voice, she couldn't really connect him with the man who shot her twice without blinking an eye.

On her red eyes, Yin Shaolong tried to show a farfetched smile: "or what's wrong? Shall I take you home

Seeing him stretch out his hands to herself again, she subconsciously dodges back, then stands up from the ground with the mailbox, stares at him with red eyes for a while, and then turns away without saying a word.

Passers-by on the street, one after another on the two people's eyes, but she did not care, just walked quickly on the road, as if to escape something.

Yin Shaolong stood there and looked at her back. His eyes were dim.

But in the end, she did not say more, but always kept a close distance, following her.

Xiang Tianlai didn't know where she should go, but ran home instinctively.

The pain in her chest seemed to have just experienced those two shots, which made her unable to forget the scene in which he shot without expression.

When she got home, she went back to her room and locked the door tightly.

Then standing in front of the mirror, looking at the inside of their own wedding dress, can not help but lose their mind.

After more than ten minutes, she didn't come back to her mind until her feet were numb on the ground. Then she didn't feel nostalgic. She took off the white yarn and put on a set of loose household clothes. It seemed that she was finally relieved.

Looking at the white gauze thrown on the bed, she gently lowered her eyes and deliberately shifted her eyes to other places. She threw it into the wardrobe and completely isolated it from her in two worlds.

Yin Shaolong also came back with her. Seeing her close the door, he stood outside the door, listening to the footsteps from time to time inside. He leaned back on the door, but could not stop wondering what she was doing.

Until dinner, seeing that she still didn't mean to come out, Yin Shaolong finally couldn't help knocking on her door.

"Alai?"

There was no reaction in the room. Yin Shaolong tried to remove the door lock, but he saw that the door lock had been locked, which made his brow frown.

After staring at the door lock for a while, he turned it back in a short time. He just had a wire in his hand, poked it gently, and the door opened, and he pushed it in directly.

As soon as the door opened, he saw a slender figure curled up on the bed with the quilt covered. He could not help worrying whether the quilt was too heavy and whether it would press her hard to breathe.