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Chapter 81 END

Before this polite question, Xu Jinchao almost trembled and called her "Jiaojiao".

The memories of the past are vivid in my mind. In the past two years, many of the relationships she thought she had forgotten about, suddenly became clear with the separation.

These days, she kept recalling their past, recalling the beautiful times that belonged to Xu Jinchao and Song Jiao, and every detail shone with a gentle and bright light.

Xu Jinchao didn't allow herself to miss the slightest bit, she tried her best to recall the faded items that she hadn't cherished too much when she had them. Precious nourishment for one's own breath.

So she can clearly remember when their relationship was just beginning to ease, she received the first gift from Song Jiao in the autumn evening, and she remembered how happy she was at that time.

They originally maintained a tacit consensus of non-interference with each other, and even if they were in the same room, they each did their own entertainment.

Until a fountain pen that fell to the floor rolled towards him as lightly as the one at the moment, and stopped at a place within reach.

Omega pressed her fingertips on the page and asked her, "Can you pick up a pen for me?"

This is a wonderful signal to officially start her dream journey. Since then, the distance has been shortened by inch, the glaciers have melted, she can see the sea of flowers in full bloom during the journey, and the kites are floating in the blue sky.

When the trip was over, the dream shattered into bubbles, and all the experiences on the way were cherished in her heart to accompany the person who brought it all.

Xu Jinchao really almost called out that name. After returning home alone, he missed his little wife day and night, and on the tip of his tongue, there was a reduplicated word that became very meaningful because of this person.

But the attitude of the other party made her mouthpiece suffocate again, and the ecstasy that had been lost and regained suddenly stagnated in her heart.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her and swallowed her wife's nickname back into her stomach.

It turned out that it was not her beauty, but a stranger who was very similar?

She thought blankly.

Xu Jinchao still picked up the pen.

The ground under her feet was scorched hot by the sun, and she held the pen body, which was slightly warmed by the heat of the ground, and handed it back to the other party.

She still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked expectantly, "You... do you know me?"

Xu Jinchao was eager to see a nod, or a sudden smile, listening to the other party laughing and saying, "Fool, I'm joking with you".

However, the girl in a wheelchair with a slightly sick face took the pen, cast a suspicious look at her, and shook her head gently at her.

The last blood in Xu Jinchao's heart also cooled.

Xie Jun was also surprised after seeing the wheelchair girl's face.

She knew from other people Xu Jinchao's obsession with the painting for half a year, and also heard about Xu Jinchao's bizarre experience in painting it.

Xie Jun had doubted whether Xu Jinchao really had a new lover with the nickname Jiaojiao.

All kinds of signs also showed that the other party was really just watching the painting day and night, completely out of society.