Chapter 85： (1/2)

Zheng Feiyun looked pale for a moment.

He moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

Yes.

Last fall, in that cafe, he rejected He An's love with a vote of his own heart rate.

Now the same scene, people change positions. When He An handed everything back intact, Zheng Feiyu finally truly felt that day, what He An tasted.

Chapter forty

A string of wind chimes hangs in front of the door of the milk tea shop. Ding Lingdang revolves with the wind, ringing for a while, and stopping for a while.

Occasionally several tourists passed by and pushed in to order a cup of tea with milk. While waiting, the manager will introduce them to the interesting secret spots in the town. They chatted for a while, and after the chat, the milk tea was ready. The tourists took it away and rushed to the next goal. No one would open a curtain of green dill next to them and glance at it.

And right next to Lv Luo, by the window, He An was sitting face to face with Zheng Feiyan.

Time passed minute by minute, and neither of them spoke.

Zheng Feiyu lowered his head, left and right elbows rested on the table, squeezing his fingers unconsciously. His eyebrows were tightly frown, his face was somber, and he was distressed for a minute or two.

Just now, he had lost the only chip in his hand, and in a firm way to testify-proposed by him personally, he could not be overturned.

He An really doesn't love him anymore.

During those long minutes, Zheng Feiyu's mind was blank and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He came here with the confidence that He An still loves him, and did not make any second-hand preparations, so when that slap was volleyed, he was caught by surprise.

Do you want to stay?

Can it be recovered?

He An doesn't love him anymore, and he tangles without face or skin any more, almost like a clown jumping a clown.