V109

  Winter has set in, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The ginkgo trees in the community have all turned into bare tree trunks, which look even more gaunt and desolate in the cold wind.

  A woman wrapped herself tightly in a large red scarf and earmuffs, sealing herself up completely.

  She walked silently through the passageway of the residential area with her head down.

  The worker pruning the tree branches looked at her strangely for a moment, thought about it, oh, it was her, that girl who always went back and forth.

  Every morning she would come out once, go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and then head straight home, for the whole day, without coming out again.

  Many people say that this girl has autism, or else depression, or else social anxiety disorder.

  In short, she is not a healthy girl.

  "Hey, you with your head hung low!" a worker shouted at her, wanting to see if she was really ill.

  However, the girl seemed not to have heard and walked away quickly.

  She walked quickly, turned several corners, went up the stairs, opened and closed doors, her movements were very smooth, not looking sick at all.

  She put the bag in her hand on the dining table, took off her scarf and ear warmer, looked towards the sofa, and smiled slightly.

  He said: "It's always like this, today the supermarket was really too crowded, really."

  "Next time you come with me."

  She didn't get a response, so she sighed and complained: "Yiheng, you're getting more and more taciturn."

  She rolled up her sleeves and carried the bag on the dining table into the kitchen to cook.

  Lu Yiheng really likes drinking her braised pork ribs soup.

  Across from the sofa, financial news was playing on TV, while on the sofa itself, there was nothing.

  She cooked quickly, steamed some rice, filled two bowls, and served them on the dining table.

  The corners of her eyebrows had a warm and soft smile, she smiled and said, "Yiheng, let's eat."

  Then she sat down and started peeling the rice and ribs, occasionally picking up a piece of rib and putting it into the bowl in front of her, even though not a single grain of rice had been touched.

  Just as I was halfway through eating, the doorbell rang.

  Her face changed, and when she looked at the position opposite her again, there was nothing left.

  Put down chopsticks, can't tell whether it's disappointment or sadness or depression in heart.

  Outside the door stood a man with exceptionally fair skin. Her gaze stayed on his face for only one second, then silently moved away.

  A bit evasive, eyes looking down at his feet, silent.

  "Didn't you used to be in France?"

  He pulled open the door she was holding onto and walked in, making her even more uneasy, her movements becoming more awkward.

  Her sharp eyes saw a pile of bowls and chopsticks on the dinner table, and it felt like something had violently struck her chest.

  After a while, he said: "Nie Zhiyan, you're used to keeping everything to yourself. When your father passed away back then, you didn't think of telling me. Now that he's gone, you still haven't thought of telling me."

  "What did you say I am in your heart?"

  She stood there blankly, unable to speak a word.

  She knew Bai Yi was angry; he would only address her by both her first and last names when he was upset.

  "If I hadn't sent someone to investigate, how long were you planning on keeping this from me?"

  The atmosphere condensed, she looked at him.

  They have the same eyes, their eyebrows, and a red mole in exactly the same place.

  She said: "I didn't think of hiding anything from you."

  He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but felt a great pain in his heart. "Alright then, come back to France with me."