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"Let me make a call." Jian Yuan asked while looking at the An Ran.

"..." "Alright." An Ran laughed.

However, the reply he got after making a call was: "Brother, I'm not going. You and An Ran have reunited after a long time.

"Why do I feel like you don't really want to see me?"

"No matter what, you are still my big brother, why would I reject you? Alright, let's stop talking. I still have things to do here …" Luo Chen, how did you get up? You're not sick yet, go back and lie down! "

In order to not disturb Su Luo Chen, who had a stomachache, Jian Jun specially hid in the kitchen to answer the phone. Now, seeing that he was so weak, even daring to scurry downstairs, his rage began to surge. He was so angry that he forgot the cell phone that was still in his hand.

What, what do you mean, sick? "Pa …"

The sounds of the knives and forks falling from his hands made it hard for people to not pay attention. Jian Yuan raised his head and was shocked to see the An Ran's pale white eyes. There was nothing inside;

What was withering in her eyes?

"You … Are you alright? "

"I'm fine."

An Ran realized that she had lost control of herself and asked herself what was wrong.

Jian Yuan looked at An Ran, and said quietly into the phone, "Then take good care of Luo Chen, hang up."

A flash of pain and complexity appeared in his eyes as An Ran lowered her head, bit her lips and picked up the blade and fork that had fallen from her hands.

"An Ran, Luo Chen seems to be sick. Let's go see him after dinner, shall we?"

Jian Yuan said calmly.

An Ran shook her head, "It is no longer appropriate for us to meet again."

"Actually, he and I aren't suitable for each other. I was just afraid that you'd be worried …"

An Ran smiled and said: "I know, I know that you aren't testing me. You only suggested this suggestion because you were afraid that I would be unhappy because you were worried about Su Luo Chen. You're doing it for my own good, aren't you? "

Jian Yuan's face turned slightly pale.

"But, I'm not worried about him at all. What happens to him has nothing to do with me." An Ran tried her best to smile.

A hint of joy flashed across Jian Yuan's heart as the blood color returned to his face. "But looking at the level of anger in Jian Jun's tone just now, it seems like Luo Chen's body is very worrying."

An Ran raised her head, her eyes actually becoming slightly cold: "I don't want to hear his name again, and I don't want to hear news of him. Can you stop talking?" She paused for a moment, the three words "and" were clear and profound.

Jian Yuan nodded: "Alright, I won't say anymore, I promise you that I won't mention of him anymore."

A burst of suffocating pain tore at her heart, causing An Ran's black and white eyes to quickly become blurry. She hurriedly lowered her head, holding onto her knife and fork, unable to say a word …

After dinner, Jian Yuan wanted to send An Ran home, but was tactfully rejected by him. She said to him coquettishly that he wanted to go back, she said, still feeling that you were a dream, and she said, I want to digest this dream.

She still loved him. She was still the same girl on campus. His little girl hadn't changed.

An Ran had never known that walking alone on the road was so lonely …

From which shop came that sad song. She stood still under the dim yellow street light, staring blankly at the other side, her hands unconsciously covering her stomach …

"I forced myself to stay away from you. I forced myself to speak so that I couldn't look into your eyes. I forced myself to wish you were together with her. I was afraid that I would fall in love with you."