In less than half an hour, Su Wantong went back to the dining room in loneliness.

In front of the door, Ling Wanxing slowly spread out her hand. Although she didn't say anything, her eyebrows and eyes were full of worries about her.

Su Wan Tong handed him the palm of his hand, fingers entangled that moment, Ling Wanxing asked: "OK?"

"Well, it's OK, it's OK!"

Hearing her gentle response, Ling Wanxing pulled people to her arms and stroked her back, "did your parents embarrass you?"

Su Wan Tong leaned on his shoulder and shook his head wisely. "No, you don't have to worry."

Having said that, Ling Wanxing easily feels Su Wantong's depression.

He did not ask again, holding her back to the canteen.

The food on the table was already slightly cold, and they were eating with a lot of worries, and no one spoke any more.

After dinner, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Su Wantong went to the atrium where the guest room was.

She took the sheet and quilt cover by herself and spread it skillfully on the bed.

As soon as the sheets were made, she sat down and began to be in a daze.

In Su Wan Tong's mind, her father scolded her constantly.

A sigh from the corner of the mouth overflow, full of bitterness.

At this time, there was a movement at the door. Su Wantong looked back and saw Ling Wanxing push the door in.

"Why are you here?"

When he just left, he was taking a nap in his backyard room. It was less than 20 minutes. Why did he come?!

Ling Wanxing did not answer, but looked at the simple layout of the guest room, eyes fell on the bed, pulled the thin lip, "this is the room for me?"

He wanted to take a nap with her, but half asleep, feeling Wan Tong seems to be out of the door, so he also got up to find her.

Su's parents put pressure on her, needless to say, he knows.

And the more so, the more he can't let Wan Tong bear alone.

At this time, hearing Ling Wanxing's inquiry, Su Wantong subconsciously pinched the edge of the bed and explained in an obscure way: "it's not that I don't want you to live in my room, it's just that..."

"I understand. It doesn't matter. It's all up to you." Ling Wanxing interrupted Su Wantong, stepped forward and fell on her side, "Wantong, we don't need to explain, I understand your intention."

Su Wan Tong was so understanding that he leaned on his shoulder.

Two people sit by the bed enjoying a moment of peace, but each other's heart is difficult to calm.

After a while, Su Wan Tong looks directly into Ling Wan Xing's eyes and hesitantly asks, "have you ever thought about what to do if your parents don't forgive you?"

This problem, even if it has been evaded, will eventually face.

Their reunion is no longer their business.

After being young and frivolous, Su Wantong can no longer go abroad against his parents' wishes.

Ling Wanxing gently took her shoulder, thought a little, then answered calmly, "I will let them forgive me."

Su Wan Tong said with a bitter smile, "are you so confident? Didn't you even think about what if? "

"Of course I have!" Ling Wanxing caressed her hair with a generous palm. "I've thought about countless results, but... No matter what, I'll ask for their forgiveness!"

In fact, he has no confidence, but he has to go on with such a firm belief.

Hearing this, Su Wan Tong pursed her lips and reminded her in a soft voice: "Dad likes Pu'er tea, but mom likes emerald.

Although it's a bit opportunistic to use these things to ask for their forgiveness, you can have a try. "