So, she forced herself not to think and to forget as much as possible.
But it’s not that easy.
What does "forget" an?
On top there’s "death," below there’s "heart," and the creator of the character knew early on that only when the heart dies can you "forget."
After having dinner with Sally, Su Weiyi returned to the small apartnt she rented in London. Before she ca to the United Kingdom, Mr. Sheng had arranged everything for her, including housing and a car, but Su Weiyi didn’t want any of it.
She tried to live like an ordinary person here. She liked this kind of life, rather than being the eldest daughter of the Sheng Family with a halo over her head.
That’s why she never dialed the number on the business card Mr. Sheng gave her.
Things in the apartnt were mostly packed, and she had already arranged with the landlady to move out.
Su Weiyi took a shower and had just sat down when the doorbell rang. It was Lu Zhang, coming to bring her so things.
Lu Zhang looked at the empty house with bare living and dining rooms, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly supported a smile: "What ti is your flight tomorrow? I’ll take you to the airport."
"In the evening, no need to trouble you. I’ll go on my own."
Lu Zhang smiled: "It’s no trouble; I haven’t been busy these days."
Since it was late, Lu Zhang was very courteous and did not stay long at Su Weiyi’s place. He left after putting down the things, and Su Weiyi packed them into her suitcase.
She didn’t have many things, just two large suitcases. While packing, her peripheral vision caught sight of a row of small toys she had stuffed in the suitcase, her fingers halted.
These things she had taken with her when she left B City, and she had kept them all along.
Even though the mories hurt her to the point of sleepless nights, she never threw them away because her young man once said that seeing things makes one think of people.
In these three years, Su Weiyi hadn’t completely stayed away. She went back once right after she graduated, but because she had already signed a job, she didn’t stay long. During those days, Sheng Yanxiao seed to be following a professor on so project and wasn’t in B City, so they naturally didn’t et.
And over the past three years, many people had co to the United Kingdom to see her. Si Xia, Chen Ajia, and Su Man had all co; Mr. Sheng and Miss Tang, of course, did too. Even the young master of the Zhou Family, Zhou Qi, ca. But that person never appeared.
No one ntioned him in front of her, so saying that these three years with Sheng Yanxiao and Su Weiyi were "utterly without news" is not an exaggeration.
Closing the suitcase, Su Weiyi picked up the hairdryer to dry her hair. For three years, she hadn’t cut her hair, only trimd her bangs. What was originally shoulder-length hair had now grown to her waist.
Su Weiyi’s hair was of very good quality, black and soft, especially after washing and drying, as smooth as silk.
After drying her hair and lying in bed, Su Weiyi picked up her phone to scroll through Weibo and Monts. It’s a little habit many people have before bed, and Su Weiyi was no exception. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just doing it out of habit.
But today, her hand suddenly paused. For three years, the young man who never updated his Monts posted sothing, although it was just a picture, a cactus, blooming, a cactus.
Su Weiyi’s heart tightened, and a phrase unconsciously popped into her mind— "When flowers bloom on the path, return slowly."
She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the thought in her heart. Below was a comnt from Si Nian: [Oh my god, even cacti can bloom?]
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