"What's the difference?" Lin Zhixia asked in a daze. She turned around and glanced at Xu Zijian who was gradually approaching, but ignored him.
Chen Xian looked at the face in front of her that once made her miss him so much, but also tortured her so much, and said, "My mood is different now. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine with me, but it's not like the time when I was young."
Lin Zhixia didn't understand, so she just said, "I'm now solemnly apologizing to you for hurting you. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you can help me. Can we exchange equal value?"
Chen Xian smiled and shook his head: "Lin Zhixia, you know me, you can say I am generous, or you can say I am petty and vindictive. Although I am a good person, it does not mean that I will do good things. Your verbal apology is useless."
Lin Zhixia's eyes turned cold: "So what do you think we should do?"
Look, she's losing her patience.
Only then did Shen Xian realize that Lin Zhixia was really no different from an ordinary person.
It turns out that what had been trapping Shen Xian was only his youth, which he had devoted himself to.
But, isn’t the self who used to be so dedicated gone now?
Time never smoothes everything out, it just filters out things that don't belong to it.
From this moment on, Lin Zhixia and the self who was working hard had been filtered out.
Shen Xian’s eyes were deep: “You have to feel as bad as I do to apologize.”
Hearing this, Lin Zhixia didn't say anything harsh, but just looked at Shen Xian with extremely calm eyes.
She noticed the change in Shen Xian, but her heart shrank.
For the first time, she felt that she might have lost something important.
"Xiao Shen, do you want to go to Queqiao Temple?" Xu Zijian walked over and asked.
"Go." Chen Xian nodded and walked away holding Qingqing.
Lin Zhixia looked at Chen Xian's leaving back, and a sense of regret arose spontaneously.
As she grew up and came into contact with more and more people, she suddenly discovered that the sixteen-year-old Chen Xian was the one who loved her the most, and the feelings at that time were the purest.
She suddenly understood Chen Xian’s words - I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry them with wine, but it doesn’t feel like the travels of my youth.
"Am I wrong?"
"I might be wrong."
"Can it be made up?"
"able."
"Can he still like me?"
"able."
Two little people appeared in Lin Zhixia's mind and were having a conversation.
Then, her eyes became firm and she followed Shen Xian.
On the other side, time goes back to two o'clock in the afternoon, the Voice of China live concert.
After Liu Ruyun finished singing, it was finally Zhou Wan's turn to sing!
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