Chapter 1473

Edward turned his eyes to her, his back against the window sill, allowing the rain to hit his dark coat. "Nothing to tell me?"

She was stunned and opened her mouth to say no. seeing his gloomy expression, she couldn't say how to say, "these days, she is the substitute teacher of our flower arranging class."

He went up to her, then bent down to grab her hand, wrapped her soft palm, as if to encourage her to continue.

"Nothing. I just thought that even if I became Emily, we could still be friends if we could, but I was naive."

Edward looked at her deeply. He saw the anger and pain in her eyes. If he didn't care at all, how could he have such a clear-cut emotion?

After a long time, he released his hand and was immediately picked up by her again, "where are you going? Don't you believe me

He said with a smile, "the tea is cold. Gentlemen don't allow this kind of thing to happen."

After gently breaking off her hand, he got up and carried the tea set into the kitchen, where a brief crash of cups and plates was heard.

"Edward." Ding Yiyi felt thirsty, she went forward to embrace his waist, and put her head on his back, "sorry, let you feel bad."

Edward gently untied her arm and felt her uneasiness. He quickly turned around and gently hugged her. He said softly, "fool, I'm glad you're willing to share your thoughts with me."

He took her back to the living room, but deliberately asked her to sit with her back to the window, which was half blocked by the potted plants.

"Don't you like painting best at this time?" He picked up a thick reference book on photography from the bookshelf and sat in the position where he would sit every day reading.

Ding Yiyi looks aloof, and no different from the past, page number in his slender fingertips in the sweet, and then issued a crisp voice.

She took out a gray colored pencil from the box and began to daub it on the drawing board. Time passed quickly. In addition to the sound of wind and rain, the only sound left in the room was the sound of pencil drawing on paper and the page being opened.

I don't know when the sound of pencil drawing on paper disappeared. She quietly looked at the painting in front of her. In the flower basket, a bunch of purple and red sunflowers were dazzling.

The bunch of sunflowers she recognized, is he from the ridge of the pry for a long time, she gnashing teeth at him said: "you son of a bitch!"

She turned to go, her chest violently floating up and down, as if to calm her anger, and when her wrist was caught again, she burst out.

"You say you love me? How many times have you met me? Do you know what I've done for more than half a year? " She gasped and the rain flowed into her eyes, which made her eyes hot and red. She felt that she wanted to cry, so she had to bite her teeth and hold back. Then she continued: "you said you love me, but in fact, what you love is Ding Yiyi! I don't want to be her double! "

He walked up to her and forced her to hold her head. They could see their own shadow in each other's eyes.

"There are a lot of people in the world who have lived for a lifetime, but they don't understand love. They live a life. Time may make you fall in love with someone, but time can never be the standard by which you fall in love with someone." He drew closer and laid his cold forehead against her.

"Emily, you make me move." His low voice sounded, this time without interruption, because the rain stopped.

Big big dark clouds are still gathering in the sky, and the dark one seems to fall down at any time. The air was full of the smell of water droplets.

A touch of sunlight trying to penetrate the clouds, the fine light cast in the distance, followed by the second, third, warm back to the earth.

Ding Yi Yi hit a shiver, some do not know what to do to move the line of sight, just someone came up to the viewing platform, she was desperate to grab the door and fled.

Back home in distress, the blue and white umbrellas are still alone on one side, splashed with mud.

She put her umbrella away and put it at the door. Then she pushed the door in and whispered, "I'm back."

The room was quiet and deserted, with her unfinished painting still on the drawing board. By the fire, Edward's books were open and covered on the back.

"Edward?" She went down the corridor, and Edward's room was only in a state of concealment, clean and tidy, and no one was in it.