I Hear Once You Loved Me As Life

He approached her and clasped her wrist.

The next second, his movements left his control and he hugged the other party tightly.

"Song Youran!"

Xie Jingchuan's voice almost trembled.

"Xie Jingchuan! Are you crazy? "

The man pushed him away and stood up, his face clear in front of him.

But it was not Song Youran.

"You're begi

ing to lose sleep, right?"

Ye Yiwen didn't know why, but in the past, Song Youran liked wearing light blue cheongsam the most. His hair was let down, and his back view made people absent-minded.

"Coincidentally, I couldn't fall asleep either. Every day, I dreamt that Song Youran told me that it was very cold down there."

Ye Yiwen threw the clothes beside him one by one into the fire, "I told you this a long time ago, do not regret it."

"Where's Song Youran?"

Xie Jingchuan asked her with red eyes.

Ye Yiwen ignored him and threw the books beside him into the fire.

Xie Jingchuan opened his mouth again and asked: "I ask you, where is Song Youran?"

Ye Yiwen laughed coldly, and patted on the ashes on his hands, "You really want to know?"

Xie Jingchuan glared at her.

Song Youran didn't have any friends, and after marrying him, the only person who kept coming and going was Ye Yiwen.

Ye Yiwen would appear here in the middle of the night.

It must have been Song Youran who asked her to come.

"You jump into the fire and burn yourself. You should be able to see her."

Ye Yiwen said.

Xie Jingchuan snatched away the thing in her hands, and almost crazily extinguished the fire.

"What's the use of going crazy now?"

Ye Yiwen stood at the side, every word was heartbreaking, "Even if she's not here anymore, these things are already taken by others, why not I burn them all for her? At the very least, you won't be snatched away by others. "

Xie Jingchuan ignored her.

Ye Zichen walked into the mansion.

Inside, only the first floor had two lights on.

Before he could sort out the things that he had packed from the Shangcheng Residence, the cardboard box had already stood in front of a large area of the living room.

The house, on the other hand, was clean and spotless.

"Song Youran!"

Xie Jingchuan shouted her name.

She must be here.

The reason why he had deliberately set up such a trap was to make him regret.

Since his objective had not been achieved, Song Youran would definitely not leave.

But he pushed open all the doors to the rooms, searched through every nook and cra

y, and found no sign of her.

The southernmost room was Song Youran's.

He pushed the door open and turned on the light. The darkness in the room was instantly extinguished by the light.

There seemed to be some trace of her in the room.

The clothes in the closet had already been taken down by Ye Yiwen and burnt, there were only two or three items left on the shelves.

Wrapped in kraft paper, wrapped in layers of large picture frames, torn halfway down, covered again, and placed on her bedside table, perhaps not yet decided whether to hang it or not.

The sheets were light blue.

Song Youran especially liked the blue color, it looked like it belonged to the starry sky or the ocean.

She had also mentioned asking him to accompany her to see the sea many times.

He didn't dare to ask for too much.

Now that he thought about it.

There were so many people saying that Miss Song Youran had a temper, but she was always gentle and petty in front of him.

Xie Jingchuan lifted the blanket and laid on Song Youran's bed.

He closed his eyes.

Feel Song Youran's aura.

From the moment I heard the first person say she was dead.

He began to sleep at night.

He obviously didn't believe her at all, but he knew that she was scheming against him.

In the dead of night, he was still unable to sleep.

The pillow was very soft. When he lay down, he felt that it was very hard underneath.

Xie Jingchuan reached out his hand.

It was a young girl's diary, pink and purple.

There was also a lock that could only be used for decoration.

It was something that little girls like to use more than ten years ago.

Xie Jingchuan sat up and opened the diary.

Song Youran's writing was very elegant. He had seen her write extremely beautifully on a piece of paper before, the words on it were a little childish.

The secret began when she was fourteen:

?? It was the first summer since arriving at the Yun City.

I don't like this place very much, and no one seems to like me. They all laugh at the nouveau riche, but they're envious of their money.

I don't really understand what these people are thinking.

However ??

I met a very, very good little brother, and he smiled very gently.

First, to someone as gentle as me.

I hope to meet him every day when I go to school in the future.

Yes, every day.

Song Youran who was a teenager seemed to like recording these small details.

I met him one afternoon and was happy for a while without saying a word.

If one was lucky and heard him talking to someone in the crowd, it would become an extremely beautiful memory to echo him.

One year, one month, one day.

Bigger.

Today, he saw another girl confessing to him. It was the school beauty of the school next door, and there were many people jeering beside her.

I saw him say thank you very gently to them.

And then, there was no 'then'.

I wrote love letters too, but I didn't want to hear him say "thank you."

Hopefully, he could meet him next time without an umbrella, so that he could speak alone.

Remember, you have to be fast. You can't let that nosy guy get the first move!