This uncontrollable feeling is like sand falling from a funnel.
I can only look hopelessly, but I can’t do anything to stand by, and I can’t do anything, even if I do it, I can’t change it.
Hanging from the palm of the white sheet, Aaron Anderson clenched his teeth and couldn’t help holding it hard, scratching the sheet wrinkled.
Fu old man pestle crutches, look solemn, to the side of the doctor garrulous, seems to be ordering something.
However, Aaron Anderson has completely refused to listen.
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Su Cen’s handling of a relationship can be called vigorous and resolute.
After she came out of the hospital, she returned to Phantom Court and packed her suitcase. However, she didn’t have much to bring, an 18-inch small box, and everything was packed.
However, looking at this bulging little box, she still feels empty in her heart.
Sister-in-law Zhou worried: “Miss Su, will you go abroad for a long time?”
“I don’t know, the fastest one month, the slowest…”
Maybe a few months or half a year.
She can’t deny that she seems to have some thoughts of escaping, but more is to fulfill Master’s last wish.
Of course, she can’t tell others about these things.
Zhou Sao didn’t understand it very much. She looked at Su Cen with great anxiety, as if she had fallen down when the wind blew. Her pale face had not recovered yet, and she was busy traveling abroad nearby. She sighed and said, “Fu Xiaotuanzi has not seen you for a long time.”
Su Cen was stunned, and a certain place in her heart seemed to be held tightly. She pursed her lips tightly and lowered her head to tidy up her suitcase.
With blue sky and white clouds outside the window and dragging a suitcase, Su Cen finally bid farewell to Zhou Sao and set foot on the plane to start another journey.
She hasn’t slept well all the time.
Therefore, before boarding the plane, it took an all-night job to sort out everything at work. Wei Yu is a capable person, and he handles the company’s affairs, and Su Cen is more assured.
Sitting next door is a man wearing an eye mask. He can’t see his face clearly, but he is quiet and never speaks.
Su Cen is not a particularly sociable person, so as soon as he got on the plane, he sat quietly in his seat, took out a small bottle of melatonin from his carry-on bag and poured a few tablets into his palm.
Took out mineral water, took a few pills, and swallowed it with a frown.
The cold medicine slipped into the throat, dispelling some uneasiness. Su Cen picked up the blindfold, and under the sweet voice of the flight attendant, his head was dizzy, intending to start falling asleep.
I don’t know that after this sleep, I still can’t stop dreaming. There are Aaron Anderson and masters in my dreams.
She didn’t sleep well, either she was awake all the time, or she couldn’t keep her eyes open, so Su Cen planned to untie her blindfold and stop sleeping.
But I accidentally heard the voice of the man next door: “Thank you.”
Perhaps the passengers on the plane were too quiet, and his thanks were very clear, and his voice was fine and warm, with a trace of imperceptible coldness and alienation, which sounded familiar.
Hazy, Su Cen thought, she hasn’t reacted to come over exactly where to hear this voice, next to the stewardess suddenly accidentally knocked over Su Cen on the table of a cup of cold boiled water.
“Ah! I’m really sorry, I was too careless, sorry!”
Su Cen opened his eyes, pulled off his blindfold, took a look at the stewardess who was anxious to bend over and apologize to himself, and sipped his lips and smiled: “Nothing.”