Hearing this sentence, Mu Luo's body was stiff for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little solemn, but he tried hard to make his tone sound a little lighter, "You are drunk... It was the first time I saw you in the community a few days ago."

As he was saying this, he suddenly heard Ling Xingyu raise his voice as if he suddenly realized, "Ah, I know where I have seen you!"

Mu Luo was so nervous that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his heart beating wildly, almost breaking through his chest.

Just when he felt his heart beating almost exploded, he heard Ling Xingyu humming a song in a daze, "Is there a song that is not sung like this? Ah... in a dream. In a dream, I have seen you in a dream! Sweet, how sweet you smile... It's you, it's you, what I dreamed of is you..."

Ling Xingyu was completely drunk and hummed this song intermittently.

Mu Luo listened quietly as she sang, hugged her quietly, her eyes slightly red.

The person you love the most is right in front of you, but...

He can only meet, but cannot recognize each other.

He couldn't control himself from her and continued walking with her.

But he was worried that once he got too close, it would arouse her dusty memory.

Once that painful memory is awakened, it may cause greater torture to her.

What he was even more worried about was that if she remembered the truth about her grandmother's death, would she forgive him? Will she continue to like him...

...

Ling Xingyu didn't know when she fell asleep.

She had a dream, dreaming that she returned to her first year of high school, sitting in the classroom with clear windows and sunshine outside...

There was a boy sitting next to her, probably her deskmate.

But the two were so close that she could not see his face clearly.

She could only hear his voice, and it rang again and again in the hazy dream...

"Ling Xingyu, you are late again today!"

"Ling Xingyu, you are not allowed to speak in class!"

"Ling Xingyu, you cannot copy homework, confiscate it, all confiscate it!"

That boy was so annoying. She was thinking about how to stay away from him every day.

But one day, the teacher announced that he would change seats according to the grades, and he was no longer her deskmate.

Ling Xingyu thought she would be very happy, but when she saw him and other girls being at the same table, she was quite sad, and even cried...

In a daze, the dormitory door was pushed open and the voices of several roommates rang out.

"Xingyu, why did you come back so early?"

"It's only what time now, you're going to sleep?"

"Hey, this guy...why do you look like you're drunk? Forget it, don't bother her."

Ling Xingyu woke up suddenly and pulled away from that dream.

Subconsciously touched her cheek, she realized that she was really crying, and the pillow was still wet...

Thinking of the dream just now, she still felt a little incredible.

It's obviously a dream, but it's so real.

At the same time, she also felt that she was a little funny in her dream, but she just couldn't continue to be a deskmate. Why did she cry so sadly...

Even the feeling of heartache has continued from the dream to the present.

After calming down for a while, Ling Xingyu suddenly thought of a very critical question: who sent him back to the dormitory and who brought him into bed?

The memory seemed to be broken, and it stopped at the scene where Zhou Luo helped her to the Chinese restaurant immediately.

Thinking of this, she sent a text message [Zhou Luo, did you send me back to the dormitory just now?]

Zhou Luo【Yes.】

Ling Xingyu【Thank you.】

Zhou Luo【You're welcome.】

Ling Xingyu held his cell phone and looked at the short words Zhou Luo sent him. He suddenly felt that his attitude seemed different from before, and he became polite and alienated.

This attitude made her feel a little uncomfortable...
Chapter completed!