Han Qilu obviously seemed very surprised. The hand holding the tablet trembled slightly, his face remained unchanged. Except for the slight surprise at the beginning, there was nothing else.

Obviously, Xiang Mankui did not notice that Han Qilu's eyes had not changed at all, but only noticed that his hand trembled.

This shows that he still loves himself, right? After all, it's first love... The hardest thing for a woman to forget is the first man in her body, and the hardest thing for a man to forget is not her first love?

With joy in my heart, he stepped forward and rushed into Han Qilu's arms. The familiar smell on his body is especially good, and it smells so good, so she...can't help it. When she left him and ran to the arms of another man, she was indeed unspeakable. And it's an unspeakable secret that can never be said...

And now... everything is different. That man became a vegetative in the car accident and will never appear in her life again. So, she can come back now, back to Han Qilu's embrace. This embrace belongs only to her.

"Qilu..." She whispered again. Closed his eyes, waiting for Han Qilu's response, and gentle touches.

However, life will always change. Even if the sun rises every day, the sunrise is a little different every day. Not to mention the changeable people?

Han Qilu didn't push her away, but there was no next move either. After a long time, he sighed softly, and his sight fell on the ground not far away. There were many cigarette butts thrown in a mess on the ground. Don't think about it, this must be Xiang Mankui's masterpiece.

"Long time no see." In this case, it is like meeting an old friend who is not very familiar but has known for a long time. Not alienated, nor too familiar.

This is different from what Xiang Mankui thought in his mind.

She raised her head, slender hands wrapped around Han Qilu's waist, hugging him tightly: "Qilu, I'm sorry, I was wrong before, I..."

"Let's talk about it, how are you doing?" Han Qilu faintly opened the topic, and then fell on her hand, frowning, seemingly displeased.

Xiang Mankui was completely stunned, his gaze was so unfamiliar... completely different from the gentle past of him.

"Do you want to keep this posture forever?" Han Qilu looked back again, and this time he put his gaze straight on Xiang Mankui's face. Long time no see, the purity and kindness on her face have long since disappeared. On her face, he only saw the thick foundation applied, and in her eyes, he could only see the cosmetic contact lenses.

She changed. Or, he changed. Who knows? It doesn't matter anymore.

Xiang Mankui withdrew his hand in embarrassment, leaving his hand empty, for a moment he didn't know where to put it. Although he was one year older, Han Qilu gave her a sense of maturity that should not be underestimated most of the time. This is rarely seen among boys his age.

Most of them are too childish and unstable, so she disdains.

Han Qilu bypassed her, took out a card and opened his exclusive suite. Xiang Mankui didn't say much, she had a chance. Han Qilu was just vomiting with her now, no one would dislike her.

Followed Han Qilu into the room, she was about to speak, but Han Qilu spoke first: "What about him, I heard that the car accident was serious, did you wake up?"

With such a plain tone, Xiang Mankui's chest began to feel uneasy.