1. Xi Congting has no real sense of life. She needs a lot of emotions to fill herself up. Zhiling perfectly matches her love and appears everywhere in her life, causing all her desires to pounce on her. She thinks that she must be doing it on purpose. She is fishing for herself all the time, otherwise how could she be so obsessed with her.
2. Zhiling, who prides herself on getting rich through hard work, has fallen in love with a person. She is frivolous, undisciplined, and naively demands that everything must be according to her wishes. She is selfish and sentimental. Zhiling thinks that she is the perfect object to use.
Zhiling has many things to do, including getting her and asking her to be willing to pay for him.
She wants love, and she has love.
3. What happened to her on purpose? How could she pretend that nothing had happened? It was the first time she liked someone, honestly and straightforwardly, and she wished she could give her heart. She played with it at every turn, showing no regrets, until she decisively left her when she felt at ease.
Thinking of being separated from her, her breath seemed to be suffocated for a moment. She could get everything she wanted from herself, except love.
She can only be there for her.
4. The familiar flow was suddenly obscured by darkness, and Zhiling didn't even react much.
"Sister." A low voice came from behind.
Zhi Ling couldn't help but chuckled and didn't move.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xi Conting walked up to her, his expression looked a little cold, "Huh?"
Zhi Ling just looked at her.
Xi Congting looked down at him with an unknown air.
"Sister, do you want me to help you?" Her tone was joking, and her deliberate pauses were completely opposite to her cold expression.
I've never seen her like this.
Zhi Ling continued to look at the person in front of him, his eyes straight. He had not looked at her for a long time.
Xi Congting didn't make any move, he still looked at her quietly, his eyes a little heavy.
Zhi Ling blinked under her gaze, and then pursed his lips. She didn't even close her umbrella, so she threw it on the ground beside her.
Ji Ling watched as the distance between her and him returned to zero again.
Intention: The soul has its own destination