Hilton Hotel in Shanghai.

Saturday at 2:30 p.m.

After Zhuo Qun came out of the room he had just checked in the morning, he took the elevator downstairs.

After turning left in the lobby, he walked into the corner-measure cafe in this luxuriously decorated five-star hotel according to the metal sign hanging on marble.

Then I found a secluded seat facing the entrance and sat down.

Order a cup of whiskey.

Then he began to stare at the door with a little anxiety and tension.

To be honest, he has left many memories here.

He and Connie slept here in the presidential suite.

I had a Western restaurant here while traveling with Guo Yue.

Especially in his previous life, when Beilu went to college in Shanghai.

He often came here for close meetings with her, so he was very familiar with all the facilities of this hotel...

In this way, Zhuo Qun gradually became immersed in old memories again.

Until about five or six minutes or three o'clock.

His eyes were frozen on a familiar figure at the entrance.

Beilu has finally arrived.

The long chestnut hair that was floating in color was still what Zhuo Qun remembered, and his eyes did not change.

Beilu bit her lips slightly, maintaining the familiar expression Zhuo Qun had.

But the bitterness and anxiety of them when they were under house arrest together was gone.

The most important thing is that Beilu is still so beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, and fragrant cheeks like snow.

Because it was autumn, she wore an orange leather windbreaker, and the rest of the clothes were white.

White sweater, white trousers, white high heels...

Zhuo Qun's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't know what to react.

He could only feel complicated and remained motionless. He watched Beilu step by step and sat opposite him with his back.

He spoke until Beilu took the initiative to stretch out his hands and held his hands.

“Welcome back.”

When he said this, his tears almost fell.

"Thanks……"

Beilu looked down at the table, and her voice was choked.

At this time, a waiter came over and Beilu ordered a piece of Jintangli.

It was not until the glass of wine was delivered to their table that Beilu took a sip, then grabbed Zhuo Qun hard and completely let go of his hand.

At this time, Zhuo Qun suddenly remembered Beilu's old habits and took a box of tissues over.

"Come on, tear it up for you."

This made Beilu finally raise her head, look at Zhuo Qun, and smile.

Then he took a piece of paper and started to tear it.

"When did you..." Zhuo Qun asked, but stopped.

He thought that without further ado, Beilu should be able to understand what he meant.

Sure enough, Beilu answered his question, but the answer surprised him.

"It's been almost a year since I've been back..."

"What? One year..."

Zhuo Qunqiang suppressed his resentment and confusion, turned his eyes elsewhere to look at the decorations and wall lamps on the walls.

Beilu's hand couldn't help but cross the table again and covered Zhuo Qun's hand.

"Don't blame me. I really don't have the courage to contact you. Because we had a very bad time last time. It's so bad that it takes me a long time to adjust my mentality. Especially that... that unexpected death was a great mental fear and emotional shock to me."

Zhuo Qun's attitude must be softened.

These pitiful words made all his complaints disappear in an instant, and he turned around and stared at Beilu's eyes.

"Sorry, I understand how you feel, I understand that taste..."

"I was working in the company and stayed with my colleagues in the room. When I woke up, I was still in a state of panic and nervousness when facing death. My initial consciousness was to scream out of control. Then I saw my environment clearly and found that I had become a white-collar worker in the company, holding a microphone inexplicably, facing a table of clothing magazines and manuscripts. Then I couldn't hold on anymore. My people were back, but their emotions were inertia. I still remember the moment I fell to the ground by a headshot, and I couldn't stop crying in public. In this way, I scared everyone and finally got pulled away by an ambulance. In the hospital, I barely restrained myself and was not diagnosed as mentally ill. My parents came to Shanghai to live with me for three months. Before they came, I almost didn't dare to close my eyes to sleep, because once I closed my eyes, it was the moment of my death..."

Beilu's voice changed completely, and she took out a new napkin to wipe her tears.

Zhuo Qun couldn't help but catch Beilu's hand and gently stroked it until her mood calmed down again.

"Later, when I got better, I originally wanted to contact you. But I saw the opening celebration of Global Roundup on TV. I saw you, your wife, and children... so I... "

Beilu finally mentioned the most essential issue. Zhuo Qun felt nervous and immediately wanted to defend it.

"Xiaolu, but that's because...I thought..."

But Beilu didn't let him continue, but told him directly about his choice.

"No, listen to me first. I know you have no responsibility for this matter. You think I will never come back, which is understandable. But the problem is that when I wake up, these things have become objective reality that I have to face."

"There are some things that are different. I was not influenced by Sha Haoyang in this life and successfully became a fashion designer. I don't need to ask, just know you helped me. Right?"

"So, even if you changed my tragic destiny and helped me realize my initial dream of becoming a fashion designer, I should thank you."

"But unfortunately, my emotions have not returned to normal. I can't be sure whether I can forget those terrible days and live happily with you again. I am not willing to violate my morality and destroy your existing family and the happiness of several people. Then it's best that is the best now, do you understand?"

"Faced with me, you don't have to have any psychological burden. There is no need to hide your wedding ring. If you lose it, you will be in trouble..."

Not only did Beilu say softly, she also stroked the traces left by Zhuo Qun's hand after taking off the plain ring.

She tried her best to make Zhuo Qun understand that everything was inevitable, but she still couldn't help but start wiping her tears until she sobbed.

This is how people are. Reason is one thing, and emotion is one thing.

As long as there is conflict between the two, people will feel pain.

Zhuo Qun sighed deeply, and he understood that there was nothing to comfort Beilu's feelings.

He even thought that Beilu's idea might be right.

When they are together, they will inevitably remind each other of the hardships of the previous life.

Then if two people suffer from fear together, they will bring unbearable torture to each other.

It cannot make the other person feel happy and happy, so why bother to be together?

The waiter in the cafe heard the crying at this time and obviously found that something was wrong with Zhuo Qun and Beilu’s table.

He seemed afraid that they would affect the mood of other guests, so he walked over a few steps.

But it seemed that it was inappropriate, so I shook my head halfway and retreated.

This finally made Beilu feel a little embarrassed.

After crying for a while, she took a leave from the table and ran to the bathroom to clean up the tears on her face.

When she came back, the tears on her face had dried up and she had re-embedded her flawless light makeup.
Chapter completed!