Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She retracted her body, her eyes penetrated the air in front of her, and she looked at nothing without any focus.

And time is still walking in minutes and seconds. It seems that now she has forgotten the passing of time, just looking at a table stupidly, even if there is nothing on it.

The air still seems to have a creamy taste, but it just disappeared into Xia Ruoxin's world. Perhaps Xia Ruoxin was not suitable for birthday.

Keeping warm, when everything is back to light, Chu Lu has already awakened, he walked out, and when he found Xia Ruoxin sitting on the sofa, he was almost ruthless and sneered, still the clothes of yesterday , Curled up on the sofa like a ribless child. There were some tears on the pale face, and she seemed to be crying even when she was asleep.

And he finally took away all the smiles on her face.

At this moment, Xia Ruoxin felt an extremely intense gaze. She opened her red eyes and saw the man standing in front of him.

"You're hungry, I'll make breakfast for you," she stood up, her smile grieving bitterly, just like they did not have a quarrel that was not a quarrel last night.

"No," Chu Li's thin lips opened and closed, "I don't have to do it in the future, I don't want to eat it." After he said it, he went straight forward, and Xia Ruoxin reached out and grabbed his clothes.

"Ali, it's bad not to have breakfast, just for a while, just a while." Her fingers were slightly white, afraid that he would go away without looking back, and she could no longer follow Follow in his footsteps.

Chu Lu stopped his steps and looked back. There was no half of the old feelings in those black eyes. Xia Ruo was stunned and really suspected that he was wrong.

"I said, I won't eat it anymore, you make it yourself, eat it yourself," he lowered his head, looked at her fingers, suddenly, reached out and clenched the little cold hand, it seemed to be just a pause For a second, she pulled it down severely, even hurting her fingers.

It's still like last night, heartless, indifferent, and cruel.

Xia Ruoxin put his hands behind his back and gently stroked his fingers. Between her head, she gently sucked her nose, then a drop of water drops quickly, and fainted in her air, breaking on the ground.

She went to the window, opened the window, and far away, she saw that black luxury sports car quickly left her sight, just like his back.

Holding her finger on the cold glass, she put her entire face against her, a pale face, with too much grief.

And what did she do wrong and why did they go back in time.

Open the door. Their new house is still the same as yesterday. There is no hostess or male hostess at night. On the wall are still their wedding photos, not hers Xia Ruoxin, but Xia Yixuan's.

She may be the poorest wife. The picture of her husband and sister hangs in the married person's room. Once again, it still hurt her heart. She sat by the bed and took out her sketchbook from the drawer. This time, the man came out cold and warm.

After a few strokes, she noticed that her fingers seemed to be shaking.

She thought that their Cold War had only one day, maybe only a few days, but she was wrong. Chu Li's time to go home was getting shorter and shorter, and he never stepped into this again.