Chapter 400： You brought me back first (1/2)

He glanced at her, did not answer, silently led her to a door.

He took out the key from his trouser pocket.

This door Luo Qiao discovered just when she was observing the dark room, but it was locked and she couldn't open it. At this moment, she watched Shen Jikong insert the key into the keyhole and opened the door, and she couldn't help but look over.

The next second, when she saw the furnishings inside, she was stunned.

After a few seconds, she recovered and couldn't help but look at the expressionless man beside her, and couldn't help but say: ”Are you really crazy?”

Shen Jikong seemed to laugh low when he heard the words, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then took her hand and led her in.

The bedroom in the apartment when Luo Qiao was studying abroad was almost identical in furnishings, ranging from vases to large wardrobes and sofas. All the details were the same, as if the bedroom was reproduced directly.

Luo Qiao looked at Shen Jikong, a little speechless for a while.

Heart is heavy.

When he came here, Shen Jikong let go of her hand. He took a gadget from the coffee table, played with it, raised his eyes and asked her casually: ”Is it like?”

Luo Qiao pursed her lips. After a while, she couldn't help saying, ”Don't do this, it's all over.”

No matter how similar the furnishings are, they will never go back to the past.

Hearing this, Shen Jikong twitched the corner of his mouth.

Passed?

He put down the things in his hand, and looked at her with cold eyes: ”I can't make it. For me, I can't make it through this life.”

...

Shen Jikong stretched out his hand to turn on the TV, connected to the game device, leaned on the sofa, holding the handle, playing a game that had already been cleared countless times in a leisurely manner.

He had one of the few happy days that winter. He didn't want to imprison Luo Qiao, but besides this, there seemed to be no other way.

She didn't like him, he couldn't get closer, touch her, she would cry. Reluctant. But let him let go, he couldn't do it.

Shen Jikong stared at the TV screen, his eyes were calm, and he whispered: ”Qiaoqiao, just stay with me...”

Up to now, he has only one request.

Luo Qiao looked at him.

The man's eyes were indifferent, and she couldn't even feel his emotional ups and downs at the moment.

Everyone's time is moving forward, but only him, as if the whole person is trapped in that dead winter.

...

Luo Qiao looked at him for a long while.

Unable to tell what she felt, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment, she walked over and picked up the gamepad.

She looked at the screen, sat not far from him, and said after a while: ”Shen Jikong.”

The man still looked at the game character, not at her.

Luo Qiao's eyes were complicated: ”You let me out now, I...” After a pause, she said with some difficulty: ”I will consider that we still get along as before.”

At any time before, she would not say this. But at this moment, Shen Jikong suddenly made her feel very uneasy, this kind of uneasiness is not to her, but to him.

He seemed...something was wrong.

”Still getting along as before?” Shen Jikong's voice sounded very gentle, and he said in a low voice, ”My friend? Are you willing?”