Jiang Lan was startled. She quickly opened the car door, got in, and fastened her seat belt.

Lu Jingchi stopped talking and drove the car in reverse.

It had stopped raining outside, but the weather was still gloomy. Jiang Lan had been sitting in the hotel all night, and her hands and feet were now cold and numb.

With the car window open and the wind blowing, Jiang Lan's nose was filled with the faint smell of alcohol.

Jiang Lan was a little worried. He drank and drove...

She didn't dare to speak. She glanced at him and then silently withdrew her gaze. The wind outside the car window made her cheeks hurt.

Jiang Lan quietly stretched out a finger and closed the car window to block out the cold air outside.

All the way back to Yujiangting, when he parked the car, Jiang Lan turned around and pulled his sleeves.

Lu Jingchi turned to look at her, still saying nothing, but Jiang Lan could feel the coldness coming from him.

She gestured: Do you want to take a bath? I'll get some water for you.

Lu Jingchi said nothing. He looked away, took out a cigarette and lit it. There was no joy in his tone, "Are you willing to listen to anyone except me?"

Jiang Lan was slightly startled. She shook her head and wanted to make a sign, but he didn't even look at her.

She stared at the man's sad side face, opened her mouth, and tried hard to squeeze out a few words from her mouth: "No...I, worry, worry..."

This time he listened quietly, but he just didn't know if he understood.

After a while, he finished smoking a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt out, and turned to look at her.

"Then do you remember that I told you that you don't have to listen to anyone except me and Lin Zheng?"

Jiang Lan shook her head, she didn't remember.

She really doesn't remember.

Lu Jingchi laughed, sounding a bit self-deprecating.

"No matter what I say, you won't be able to remember it. You will only remember other people's words."

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve, but he remained indifferent.

She wanted to tell him that it wasn't that she didn't want to remember, but that she couldn't remember... She had forgotten too many things.

She wanted to tell him that her memory was disappearing little by little, especially the little things. It was getting harder and harder for her to remember.

Those things that are deeply remembered will be forgotten from time to time and remembered from time to time.

She also hates herself like this, but she has no choice...

She doesn't want to either.

The only thing she couldn't forget was worrying about him.

This is a memory engraved in the subconscious mind. Even if I forget it, I still love him subconsciously.

Lu Jingchi no longer wanted to communicate with her. He opened the car door, got out of the car, and went into the house alone.

Jiang Lan looked at her back in the reversing mirror. Her eyes were hot and her tears fell uncontrollably.

She wiped her tears, quickly got out of the car, quickly ran into the utility room, and rummaged through it.

Finally, she sat helplessly on the ground.

She even forgot to put the notebook there.

Jiang Lan sat on the ground for a while, stood up again, and searched carefully in the utility room without giving up, and finally found a small box in the corner.

She carried the box to the door and looked inside through the light outside.

What I saw was a pile of debris.

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled. She took out the piece of paper and tried to identify the words on it, but it was too broken and she couldn't read anything.

She hugged the cardboard box helplessly, the tip of her nose feeling sore.

Because she forgot who tore it off.
Chapter completed!