In the end, Su Cen only needed one day.
But before I left, I looked at the kind face of my master, but now I can’t see it clearly in the smoke. In fact, she really wants to vomit. What tricks can she play now? I’m afraid not.
In the past 20 years, looking back, Xu Wei is not only a person who raised her to adulthood, but also a life mentor, telling Su Cen what to do and what not to do.
Like the golden rule, she always remembers it in her mind and dares not forget it all day long. However, with the death of Xu Wei, external factors swept Su Cen and are slowly changing her.
Among them, Aaron Anderson has the most weight.
It was also he who made himself finally realize his feelings, like a Crusoe sleeping on the bottom of the sea, surrounded by darkness. Suddenly at this moment, a beam of light came from the sea, and it hit the bottom of the sea straight in wait for a while. What reason did she have to hide at the bottom of the sea and not reach out to touch it?
After all, once you see the light, who will look back at those gloomy and dark seabed?
However, for the master who only ‘studies”, other people’s feelings seem to be like encumbrances. Can you gain something only if you break your love? No, that’s not true.
The rooms in the villa area are very dark.
Cold and damp, though it was not raining outside the window and the air smelled moldy, Queenie Simmons lit a candle on the dresser on the second floor with a rustling sound.
The cold wind whizzed past the window, and the balcony on the second floor, with its yellowed curtains, was blown messy by the wind, almost sweeping in the wheelchair where Aaron Anderson was sitting, and his right leg could not move. On rainy days, it was even more painful.
Queenie Simmons did not know what was behind him, and Aaron Anderson kept turning to look out of the window, his eyes empty, as if there was no such person in the room.
For a moment, the eyebrow pencil in his hand was gently sketched on his face, and the delicate face here gradually became vivid. Queenie Simmons evoked his lips, and his deep red lips were like bright red blood. Looking at himself in the mirror, wearing cheongsam and swaying, Queenie Simmons was very satisfied.
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Queenie Simmons’s smile suddenly stiffened, staring at himself in the mirror with wide eyes. There was a trace of breaking on his thick midsole face, and a shallow scar could still be seen on that well-dressed face…
“Ah! No-how did I become like this! This is not me! No!”
Her hands shook violently, and her voice cried in a piercing voice. All the bottles and cans on the dressing table were overturned and crackled on the ground.
Aaron Anderson, sitting on the balcony on the second floor, turned a deaf ear to the chaos in the house, as if he had heard nothing. He kept staring out the window, not moving or angry.
Because this is not the first time something like this has happened.
Since being held hostage to this hellhole, but this situation will happen countless times a day, Queenie Simmons is completely different. Every day, he will stand in front of the mirror and dress up. He will stay for several hours at a time, but he is not satisfied every time.
The end result is either to sweep all the cosmetics on the ground and break them, or to seize the broken mirror and shout in the room with a piercing voice.
Crying and laughing, there were some mental problems, and Aaron Anderson turned a deaf ear over time.