Haruki Murakami said: If you love each other, you can hold hands until old age; if you miss each other, you can protect him well.
Later, this sentence has been lingering in my mind. In my life, I have loved two people hard, one was my youth and the other was the rest of my life.
I didn't expect to meet Wang Chenxi here. He is more handsome and dazzling than in high school, exuding the charm of a mature man. Wearing a well-tailored white couture suit, his figure looks as tall and straight as a steel plate. The beautiful red phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She looked a little cold, and he turned his eyes inadvertently and saw her.
"Lixia?" He saw a flash of surprise in her eyes and walked towards her quickly, his steps a little hasty.
"Brother Chenxi." She smiled politely at him, her tone a little distant.
"When did we become so unfamiliar?" He said with some difficulty, his eyebrows furrowed, and a wry smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
She didn't speak, but there was a ringtone from her cell phone in her purse. She opened it, looked at the call notification, and mouthed "I'm sorry."
Then he turned around to answer the phone, knowing that he couldn't let her go easily, maybe he wouldn't see her next time.
He reached out and grabbed her arm. It was slender and white, but too thin. He was afraid that it would be strangled if he exerted force.
"Let go." Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes a little cold.
"I won't let go, Li Xia, I won't let you go again." He hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones. She struggled, but he refused.
"It has been impossible for us for a long time." She closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.