Chapter 6142

Finally, Luo Yurou's tears fall on the ground, like an injured deer, which makes people heartache.

Until Luo Yurou completely disappeared in his field of vision, Zhang Xiaofan was still standing in the same place.

This evening, there are two girls crying in front of her, and all the reasons for crying are because of him, Zhang Xiaofan.

"Pa --!"

Zhang Xiaofan raised his hand, slapped heavily on his face, and secretly scolded him.

"Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan, you are really the biggest bastard in the world, and you are the most hateful..."

After finishing this sentence, Zhang Xiaofan is a flash, the whole person has disappeared in the vast night.

"Yuanping, Yuantao, I have something to deal with temporarily. I'm afraid I can't drink together tonight."

"Also, this is my mobile phone number, 10086... Wait until the next time, I'll be the host and invite you to have a good meal with me!"

Zhang Xiaofan returned to crown KTV by the same way. After a simple explanation with Wang Yuanping and Wang Yuantao, the whole person left again. This made Wang brothers peep into each other. They both saw each other's ignorant face from each other's faces.

"The love for you has always been very quiet, in exchange for your occasional concern. It's obviously a movie of three people, but I can't have a name all the time..."

A song runs through the quiet night. Luo Yurou sits alone by the Weiming lake of Yanjing University, holding her knees in both hands. The whole person curls up into a ball, which is so lonely and sad.

The tears on Luo Yurou's pretty face are still wet, with a little bit of afterheat, drifting away with the wind, as if the whole dark night sky also played up a little bit of sadness.

She hummed the melody of the lyrics of "always quiet". She always felt that she could laugh and be sad now. She really felt that fate made people confused and fate was hard to distinguish.

"If..."

"If I could meet him earlier..."

"If I could walk into his world before Zhao Yinger, how wonderful it would be..."

Two or thirty meters away from Luo Yurou's uncle, there is also a tall and straight figure leaning on the tree trunk alone, and there are some sparks in the dark.

Luo Yurou sat alone by the Weiming lake for four hours without moving her lines. She just let the lake wind disturb her hair, but she didn't feel it.

When the tears dried, she just turned off the music, slowly stood up and prepared to go back to her dormitory.

She was alone, shuttling through the streets of the university campus, walking towards the girls' dormitory.

However, when she was about to arrive at the iron gate of the girls' dormitory, Luo Yurou was "ah Qiu --!" There was a sneeze.

It turned out that before she was alone, she had been blowing the cool lake wind, and her clothes were very thin, so she just immersed in her own world, so she didn't realize it.

However, after Luo Yurou came back to her senses, she realized that she had caught a cold.

She gently rubbed her nose and continued to walk slowly towards the gate of the female dormitory