Sitting on his bed, Zhao Jian closed his eyes silently.

After a while of silence, she grabbed the landline phone at the head of the bed and dialed the number. After a while, seven voices came, "Jane?"

Zhao Jian paused, "Has he come to see me?"

Seven was stunned for a moment before asking, "What do you think?"

"I have no idea."

Zhao Jian really didn't know that she was really afraid that what happened that day would happen again, just like she was walking barefoot on the ice, trembling and frightened, and could fall at any time. Suddenly, the ice cracked and she fell into the lake water, and endless cold rolled over her, choking through her seven holes. She couldn't even hug herself tightly, so she could only spread her hands and feet and let the cold drag herself into the endless darkness.

She was afraid.

She is really afraid.

"Did you refuse?"

"I..." Zhao Jian hesitated, she couldn't refuse. When she saw Ji Rufeng, she remembered those days of hard work, those days that made her indulge in looking at each other and unable to extricate herself.

"Jane, if you can't refuse, why not try again? That has always been what you yearn for, expect, beautiful and pure feelings, no interests, no grudges..."

"But if, if he..."

It's probably the case when you look timid.

She could clearly reach him with just one step, but she was afraid that she would be doomed once she stepped out.

"If he hurts you again, I will help you forget him."

Zhao Jian gave up and almost failed to report it, "Forget?"

"Total forgetting will not affect your future life, I promise."

Zhao Jian was silent. She didn't know that she could forget if she couldn't get it?

"Really?"

"real."

Zhao Jian was moved. She knew that everything Seven said could be done.

"Jane, try to take another step forward, what if it is a spring filled with flowers?"

Zhao Jian hung up the phone, she was moved, but she was afraid that the flowers in that spring would be all thorny roses.

castle.

Allen's chin rested on Seven's shoulder and asked in confusion: "Don't you want her to be moved?"

"I still hope she is happy, why don't you say that?"

Alan twitched his lips and asked again: "If that man really hurts her, can you really help her forget?"

"Or I'll try it with you first?"

"Then forget it, I can't remember you and I'm afraid you will be sad."

Seven's cold lips melted a spring-like smile, which was stunning.

Zhao Jian hung up the phone and sat there leaning against the head of the bed, not moving at all. Her toes were moving restlessly and were about to move forward, but every time she just lifted up and slowly shrank back.

Repeatedly, she sighed.

The next day, Zhao Jian was in this state of wandering, and the past was shown in front of her like an old movie.

The next morning, Zhao Jiangang was driven out by his grandfather after breakfast, "Okay, don't be stuck with me, do whatever you should do?"

Zhao Jian looked puzzled. She had nothing to do.

"I have a lot of worries. If you have any questions, please explain them as soon as possible and go."

Zhao Jian was speechless, driving out of the door like a god. When he realized it, the car had already parked downstairs of the hotel.

She looked up at the hotel. The building was very high and towered into the clouds. Zhao Jian slowly let out a breath.

Retracting her gaze, she suddenly found that there was a person standing in the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel.

The man was wearing a light brown sweater and beige casual pants, and he was looking at her with one hand in his pocket without moving.

Zhao Jian was stunned. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, but there was a voice in her heart that told her that it had been a long time.
Chapter completed!