"How do you want to feel?"

Li Qizhi's eyes were dim and unclear, and his tone was even more indifferent and inconceivable.

Cheng Siyan raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "I pray that a dead person will always live in the memory of the living and will never be forgotten."

Hearing this, Jiang Weiyi raised her eyes and glanced at him. Her eyes were slightly red under her black sunglasses. She pursed her lips and asked: "But the dead cannot appear in the lives of the living after all. The living should look forward.

Isn’t it?”

Cheng Siyan laughed: "It depends on whether the living people are willing to forget."

"What about you?" Jiang Weiyi stared straight into his eyes, her eyes filled with mist. She gritted her teeth and forced back the tears, speaking in a slightly raised voice: "Are you willing to forget? Are you willing to start your life again?"

"I don't want to."

Cheng Siyan's answer was crisp and clear without any hesitation.

Jiang Weiyi's face was startled, her hands hanging down by her sides clenched into fists, and she closed her eyes to cover up the surging emotions in her eyes.

She forced herself not to look into Cheng Siyan's eyes, not to let him see her embarrassment.

"Brother, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm going back to the car first." Jiang Weiyi turned to look at Li Qizhi and said softly.

When Li Qizhi heard this, he glanced at Cheng Siyan and said in a calm tone: "Follow and have a look."

"I?"

Their words were very brief, but Cheng Siyan understood the meaning of Li Qizhi's words.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Qizhi carefully for a few seconds, then sneered and said mockingly: "Qizhi, I am not her brother, I have no obligation to coax her."

Li Qizhi said nothing, his eyes moved, and he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand towards him, signaling him to leave quickly.

Cheng Siyan took a deep breath, looked at the petite figure that was about to disappear in front of him, and finally took steps to catch up.

Li Qizhi immediately withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the tombstone in the corner not far away. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was covering her face and crying, and was speechless for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind blew over and ruffled the hair on the girl's forehead. She stopped crying, raised her head and looked at Li Qizhi, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Li Qizhi bent down and stroked away the tears on her cheek with one hand. He didn't answer her question, but said in a gentle tone: "Don't cry anymore."

The tip of her nose was sore and her eyes were hot. She raised her head to meet his eyes and said softly: "Li Qizhi, thank you..."

Thank him for always giving her care and warmth when she was depressed, thank him for showing up to help her through difficulties, thank him for accompanying her when she was lonely...

Tears burst out of her eyes again, sliding down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth. The salty taste spread to her lips. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and choked out: "Li Qizhi, I'm really sad."

Li Qizhi looked at her, a strange color flashed across his eyes, but he didn't say anything, he just stared at her quietly, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his mind.

After a while, he held her in his arms, gently stroked her back, and comforted her in a warm voice: "Of course, everything will be fine."

She lay on his chest, nodded, and said angrily: "Then don't say the same words as that night again, okay?"

He sighed slightly: "Okay."

Lin Lu looked at the two of them embracing each other, with a flash of envy in his eyes. So is this what it feels like to be loved?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lower her head and laugh to herself. She had never experienced this feeling before.

The sun sets in the west, the sky gradually darkens, and the twilight is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. When night falls, the street lights outside the cemetery light up one after another, reflecting the surrounding area in a dim color.

When she and Lin Lu parted, they had a tacit understanding. No one exchanged contact information first, as if they both knew that there would never be any more intersections between them, and this time should be their last meeting.

Life will always face various separations. Maybe it was just a normal dinner, but I didn't expect that this would be the last time I met him. After meeting again, maybe we would become the most familiar strangers, and we would never talk to each other.

From good friends to strangers, it only takes time to fade away.

Cheng Suiran looked at Lin Lu's back gradually walking away, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly called her: "Lulu!"

Lin Lu stopped and turned to look at her.

Cheng Suiran glanced at Lin Lu, then smiled at her and said in a gentle tone: "You will always be my good friend, I wish you happiness."

Lin Lu twitched his lips: "Thank you, you too."

Their conversation was not particularly long, but it was enough to express their emotions.

Lin Lu looked at her for the last time, showed a sincere smile, waved to her, and turned to leave.

Under the night, until her figure completely disappeared, Cheng Suiran finally came back to his senses. Her best friend in youth had completely drifted away from her.

Li Qizhi stood not far away and looked at the lost little girl. His eyes were slightly narrowed and his thin lips were pursed tightly. He just held her in his arms and said nothing to comfort her.

At that time, inside the car.

Jiang Weiyi and Cheng Siyan sat one behind the other. She looked sideways at the night outside the window and remained silent.

Cheng Siyan leaned on the back of the chair, his slender and upright figures lazily folded together. He raised his hand and kneaded the center of his eyebrows, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a long time, his voice was slightly hoarse and he asked slowly: "How long are you going to stay silent?"

"Does it have something to do with you?" Jiang Weiyi took off his sunglasses, took out a burgundy lipstick from his bag, and applied it on his lips. His voice was cold and without any warmth.

Hearing this, Cheng Siyan changed the subject and raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Miss Jiang, do you have an appointment tonight?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Jiang Weiyi glanced at him and added: "The stone will still be cold no matter how hard you cover it. Why should I continue to waste my feelings? It's not like I can't find a man."

Cheng Siyan made a light "tsk" and raised his lips with a half-smile. He did not refute her sarcasm, but said quite seriously: "If you like her again, you have to keep your eyes open."

Hearing this, Jiang Weiyi's hand movements paused for a moment, the hand holding the lipstick was slightly harder, she turned back to look at him, her tone was puzzled but her words were clear: "Cheng Siyan, are you really heartless?"

There was silence in the carriage, and after a while, he said softly, "Yeah."

His heart has long since died, he has long lost the ability to love, and has also lost the ability to find love.

She was stunned, staring at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but laugh, her laughter full of sarcasm.

The belief that she had insisted on and worked hard to maintain over the years suddenly collapsed. The whole world collapsed in an instant. She could no longer remain calm as before.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Cheng Siyan, you are just a stone that cannot be warmed!"

"Whatever." He replied lightly, with an indifferent tone, as if she was not talking about him.

Jiang Weiyi laughed angrily. Just when he was about to curse something, he saw Cheng Suiran and her brother clasping their fingers from the corner of his eye, and suddenly closed his mouth.
Chapter completed!