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Had he pushed her too hard? So much so that she only wanted to leave him.

But if he let go, how could Xin Ran be trusted? Had she already taken the child with her to reunite with the beginning-and the first thing they did after they had reunited was to leave his side, not to stay a moment longer?

A bitter and aching feeling rose up from the bottom of his heart. His entire body was filled with that kind of crazy and wanton pain. For a moment, he was unable to extricate himself. That feeling of powerlessness caused him to feel extremely bad.

Xin Ran didn't tell Shen Chuxin about the matter of Chen Chen in her hands. She brought her to her own house, turned on music first, and then received a phone call from Mr. Zhou. She didn't ask why she cared about other people's feelings, she just reminded her not to be too tired and do everything she wanted to do.

Shen Yuxin quietly sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at the flowers on the tea table. It was unknown what she thought of, but her pretty face even had a hint of a smile.

It was so beautiful that it was unreal. She turned around and went to the kitchen to boil some water.

As for Shen Chuxin, when she saw the flowers in her house, she really fell into some of the most beautiful and warm memories.

There was African chrysanthemum in a vase on the coffee table. During her most muddled and unconscious years, Song Yang had always liked to bring a small handful home when he was out and tell her about the things that happened in the morning in front of her every day. Even though it was still small at that time, in the morning, he would often giggle … It was on those days that they had accompanied her out of the darkest depths of despair.

But it did not last long. Song Yang's illness had broken out of exhaustion and was beyond repair, until she recovered and he fell ill — until one day he woke up from the hospital and left her and the morning with a peaceful smile.

Her vision went dark. Shen Yuxin wiped her face and realized that she didn't know what was happening. After she finished the call, she passed her a tissue and looked at her calmly.

"Thank you." She took the tissue with a bit of a sob, wiped her face, and said with a smile, "It's beautiful."

When Xin Ran sat across from her, her indifferent face revealed a rare gentle smile. "I think so too." Her gaze calmly fell on the flowers, and she asked in a soft, mysterious voice, "Do you like African chrysanthemums, or do you like the people behind them?"

Her voice and the music that slowly flowed into the depths of her soul seemed to ripple and linger for a long time, disturbing her.

Shen Yue's heart skipped a beat when she lowered her eyes. After a long time, she looked up in confusion at the person facing her with her right hand supporting her chin, looking at her and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Xin Ran's posture didn't change. Her gaze was gentle as if it could pierce through her, "Because how much trust you have in me also depends on how much you can recover from the situation in two days."

The music has always been the same, low and soft, like your loved one whispering in your ear, giving you a drowsy drowsiness that you can't control.

Shen Chuxin's heart felt heavy, but she forced herself to sit up straight. She struggled to turn her gaze to the opposite side of Xin Ran's face, but because she was too sleepy, her gaze slid to her delicate white porcelain wrist. "I like African chrysanthemums because I'm alone …" Song Yang's face appeared in her mind, as if he was right beside her. There was the bright smile of a boy, the smile of a young man, the smile of a man who had always been humble since he was young, and his pale face as he talked while rubbing her on the bed.

Memory stopped at the panicked look on his face as he held her tightly in his arms on the bridge. His voice was filled with fear as he shouted, "Shen Chu Xin! What are you trying to do! " It seemed as if it had rained that day. The weather in April was cold and humid. She turned around from her daze and saw his frightened face.

Everything seemed to have returned to that season.

The young people admit that they are not bad looking, but from junior high school to high school to junior high school, and then to university, they actually didn't even receive a love letter. Shen Yuxin watched as the people around her slowly formed a pair, she couldn't help but conceal her yearning and disdain for them.

A male student confessed in front of her. Before Shen Chuxin even started to feel what love was, that male student had never appeared in front of her again. Students were constantly saying in school that the man had to go abroad for treatment because he had his leg stuck at the door when he got off the bus and his leg was broken.

When she was young, her longing and confusion for love would always find her brother, who always gently kissed her on the head.

"Brother Rui, do you think guys really don't like pretty girls? But, why is it that school belle boyfriend can be promoted to freshman from sophomore year? " It was only in front of him that she would let go of her disdain and reveal the infinite yearning of a girl.

"No boy likes you. It's just because they know they're not worthy of you."

For the first time in her life, she didn't say anything else to him.

In the school's Literature Competition once again, she was used to being number one. However, she was suddenly turned into a dark horse by an interlude student. The series of questions caused her to grit her teeth in anger.

Song Yang and her became more and more familiar with each other. Initially, he was silent towards her, even though she had "asked" him for advice on how to solve the problem she had found in his father's study after staying up all night, she still couldn't pique his interest. He coldly faced her for three whole months.

The day the driver of the house was stuck in a traffic jam, she had caused a ruckus in the young lady's temper. She walked alone in a remote alley and within a few steps heard the clear sounds of punches and kicks and insults.

She did not think about it, because those who were used to being held in the palm of their hands while doing as they pleased were all born with the disease of a princess, and they all believed that as long as she stood there, those people would scatter.

She was frightened for a split-second, really only for a split-second, and then, with a grimace on her face, she kicked the hoodlum, almost using all her strength – the result is obvious, she infuriated the five hoodlums, they threw down their beating men and came towards her, that was the first time Shen Chu knew fear, he screamed, hugged his head, and squatted down with his eyes closed and roared, "My brother won't let you off! He will definitely kill you with his own hands! "

The crowd laughed disdainfully. Seeing the disgusting hands reaching towards her face, she stared with wide open eyes — —

The object that had been beaten to the point where its eyes couldn't even see clearly suddenly sprung up and pounced on two men. It then shouted at her, "Idiot, run away!"

Somehow, only two people ran away from the five hoodlums' Demon Claw hand in hand, and when they finally stood on the escalator under the Sky Bridge, Shen Chu felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat. That was the first time in her life she ran away with all her might, she really risked her life.

The one who had been beaten into a pig head was Song Yang, the only person in the school who had never lost to someone like her, Song Yang. Ever since that day, he no longer avoided her, but he would often call her an idiot in private — a humiliation and anger towards Shen Chuxin, who grew up in the ivory tower and was held in the palm of her hand.

But he would always easily stop her from speaking, "If you see a hooligan beating someone and you don't know to call the police, what else can you be if you aren't an idiot? He was clearly a girl, yet he dared to kick a man's lower body without hesitation. Didn't he know that that was the stupidest move that could enrage all men? If you aren't an idiot, who is? "

It was unknown if it was because of her rebellious nature or something else, but she started to hide from everyone else that she was always pestering him. She gradually discovered that he was a loner and did not get along with others. In school, she rarely had any friends, and the few people she knew were all because she was Sheng Rui He's most precious sister.

But there was no one in the school who dared to offend her. This was an indisputable fact.

The bookworm Song Yang had offended a lot of people because he didn't like talking to people and wouldn't interact with them. In school, she really could just stand by his side and easily block him. The more they got to know each other, the more she felt sorry for him. At first, she didn't understand that it was because he liked boys, but one day a senior who really liked Sheng Rui told her, "Chuxin, do you really not know that you like Song Yang? With his solitary and inferior nature, he would definitely not confess to you. Do you want to try? "

Was love really born out of heartache for a boy? Shen Yuxin did not know.

But the words of such a trusting senior sister couldn't be a lie, right? She spent the whole night wondering if she should confess to Song Yang. When she got off the car with a panda eye, she saw that someone was bullying her classmates at an alley beside the school. She didn't see clearly who was bullied, but luckily there was a driver today, and her family's driver was someone Sheng Rui He had specially selected for her.

Now you have the confidence to save him, right? He had wanted to save his classmates from the hoodlums and then go and be proud in front of Song Yang so that he would call her idiot when he had nothing better to do in the future, but he didn't expect that person to be Song Yang again.

An urge arose from the bottom of her heart, telling her that she didn't want to see the genius in the eyes of the teachers in the school be bullied by some lousy hooligan. She pulled the boy, whose face was green and purple, under the French parasol tree, and her heart was beating abnormally fast but her tone was clear: "Song Yang, I want to be your girlfriend."

Song Yang obviously did not think that she would confess to him. Staring at him with her bruised eyes without even an expression, the young mistress' temper flared up. She thought that if he were to reject her the moment he opened his mouth — she could not allow such a shameful thing to happen to her!

He opened his eyes wide and moved closer to his dirty face, kissing it. "Alright, I'll take you as the default!"

Eighteen years old, at such an age as a blooming flower, she still couldn't tell if her feelings for him belonged to the same side, or if she was unconvinced that he always won more than she was. In short, after her strong confession, she was filled with anticipation and a boundless, beautiful yearning for love, and she finally decided to tell Sheng Rui He about Song Yang …

The world had been destroyed by him on a rainy night, and a week after that, her life had been turned upside down.