Chapter 656： Sometimes I think about it, but I don’t remember

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After a while, he slowly said, "At that time, I could not accept that you forgot me. I would rather you hate me."

"I know that you are kind-hearted, and you can't bear to see your friends suffer because of yourself. If that happens, you will definitely feel guilty, so...I designed Jiang Ke to torture Jiang Ke and make you hate me."

He was full of self-deprecating expression, "Now I figured it out, that's boring."

After nearly five seconds of silence, his lonely and deep voice reached Wen Xi, "I'm sorry for all the wrong things you have done for me."

Wen Xi listened quietly, not missing every word of him. Every time he finishes uttering a sentence, a vivid picture appears in front of her, showing the vividness of yesterday.

Many pictures have begun to turn yellow and fuzzy. At this time, "seeing", there is no longer any obvious happiness or anger in my heart, and there is only a few feelings in the calm and calm.

The longer you live, the better you will see when you look back.

She also slowly recalled the slightest throbbing in her heart at that time.

The beginning of her relationship with him has nothing to do with the fire. If you really want to talk about the relationship, it can only be regarded as a booster to let things start earlier.

She is a slow-moving person, and her feelings are accumulated bit by bit. From hesitation to consideration, to action, a long period of time will pass.

And he happened to have the patience to accompany her, sticking to her every day, and showing his presence in front of her.

There are no other opposite sexes around her who can talk about intimacy, just a few with sex.

When she hesitated, friends would also ask her how she felt about Nan Yunchuan.

She only replied "don't know".

"Then do you hate him?"

She shook her head.

"If you don't hate it, you probably just like it."

She doesn't hate him, because he will accompany her to do some "stupid things"-every day in the afterglow of the setting sun, when his mother comes back to pick her up, he will accompany her to the amusement park to ride on the carousel he dislikes.

Why should she hate someone who treats her well like this?

It takes a reason to hate someone, and at that time, there is nothing she hates in him.

Her friend's words made her gradually accept this statement-if you don't hate it, you like it.

Later, in his Nth confession, she tried to nod several times, but without success.

It seems that she can't reach that "point", which made her nod resolutely.

Later, a big fire gave her enough reason to nod herself.

After being together, she found out that many things were different from what she thought.

Progress is "too fast."

He wants to kiss her, she will subconsciously avoid it, and it won't be long even holding hands, let alone other intimate actions.

She prefers to determine the way of getting along before the relationship.

She didn't say those careful thoughts. She felt that since it started, she should go on like this. Those who are not used to it, slowly overcome it.

Later, there were fewer opposite sexes around her, and gradually only him remained in her world.

All social occasions were attended with his accompaniment, and she hardly had time to attend alone.

"Like him" seems to have become a matter of course.

In the previous life, they reached the stage of marriage, and later, she saw the real him.

In the beginning, it was indeed dimly dim, heart-piercing pain, wanting revenge, would regret it, that is, there was no sign of redemption.

Later, when God asked her to return to marriage, she had enough time to fight back with revenge, but she didn't plan to spend too much time on it.

After drawing the boundaries, they gradually let go.

During this period, it was only a month.

She could forget the feelings of several years.

At that time, she realized that she didn't love him as much as she thought, and she couldn't even mention the word "love". She only liked it lightly, and when it reached the top, she couldn't rise again.

But she also knew that she could let go of this past, but she could not remove it from her memory. It occupies a small area in the width of her life, and it has existed for a long time.

May occasionally think of it, but not aftertaste.