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When they met again, she no longer recognized him, and she couldn't remember every bit of her time with him.
Zhou Yanshuo stopped her, "Zhang Ruojing, are you really so heartless?"
But she didn't understand what he meant, so she just smiled at him: "Mr. Zhou, have we known each other before?"
He was stunned, and suddenly thought of what she had said at that time——
"If we meet again next time, let's pretend we've never met before."
Zhou Yanshuo smiled, laughing at herself for being naive, laughing at herself for being so lucky that she still loved him.
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Zhang Ruojing was Zhou Yanshuo's subordinate. Zhou Yanshuo had a very bad attitude towards her, but she never got tired of it and even smiled at him every day.
"Mr. Zhou, your coffee."
Zhou Yanshuo glanced at it and said, "Whether you polished it with your own hands?"
She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and took it out consciously. Soon, she brought the ground coffee in, and then smiled politely at him: "Your coffee, freshly ground."
After she left, Zhou Yanshuo didn't know why he felt that the person in front of him was unreal and not like the person he knew.
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"Xiao Ruoruo, you know it's not good for you, why do you still go?"
Zhang Ruojing was lying on the hospital bed and suddenly laughed, "Let's make it up to him. I know I'm not a very affectionate person, but I still have to treat him well before I die. I don't have any relatives in this world. My parents have died of illness, and he is the only one left."
"Maybe I didn't do well before," she coughed, and then said, "After I die, you will arrange a marriage for him. A good man shouldn't be dragged down by a sick man like me. I... Don't deserve it."
That friend didn't speak for a long time.
When Zhang Ruojing was five years old, he witnessed the death of his parents, which left a severe psychological trauma. Later, during his relationship with Zhou Yanshuo, his condition gradually improved, but it could not stop the strong dissatisfaction of his family and they broke up with him. After that, she was accompanied by wine, cigarettes, and countless dark nights. But fortunately, the moon is with her every night. She looked at the moon hanging in the night sky and said silently: "Moon, I miss him. But, I don't know if he still likes me, and I don't know if my decision is a bit reckless. Do you think I should go find him?"
She knew that the moon would ignore her, and she also knew that she should not exceed it, but she only had one year left.
I can only take a gamble.
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Be!
Intention: I should be braver