Chapter 1278 Some Small Regrets

Ye Shuyun immediately stopped talking to her son. No matter how hard Lu Jin tried to persuade her, she was determined to ignore her son this time.

What happened at the boss's house had nothing to do with this. Yan Huan sat up. She seemed to be living her old days again, with no endorsements, no advertisements, and no status.

And she lived like a dying old woman, she was waiting to grow old, and she was also waiting to die.

She actually forgot what she was waiting for.

As for Qin Xiaoyue, she has settled down for a while, but everything seems to be moving towards its initial development again.

Some people have no intersection, and even if there is intersection with some people, there is no hope.

Just living like this day after day, waiting, getting old...

There is a day when the sun rises and a day when the sun sets.

The clouds outside were gray and pressed downwards, and almost no light could be seen. I don’t know how long it took, but the sunlight penetrated through the clouds. There was a trace of moisture in the wind, which also belonged to this. The unique atmosphere of the city, a kind of water vapor that is not sea water, may be cleaner. Although it is not that profound and not so vast, it is also something different from having that kind of breadth and vastness. It may be quiet, or it may be peaceful.

The door outside opened with a creak.

A man walked in and stood aside for a long time. He didn't speak or move.

I don't know how long he stood there before he finally turned around and left. The door was closing again, and the quietness returned to the room. There was also the faint sound of breathing, regular and gentle. .

Yan Huan trembled her long eyelashes. After a long time, she opened her eyes. Oh, he is back.

Because of becoming famous and because of the huge increase in popularity, now I am not very willing to come back.

Or maybe he actually didn't want to face her face.

Gently, she stroked her face. This face was still the same as before. In fact, two years had passed, and two years, for a woman who was thirty years old and was about to enter her forties, such a Change may be aging, but for a woman in her twenties, it is actually just a matter of gaining a few pounds or losing a few pounds.

If there are good cosmetics, then it can be said that there will be no changes.

What is the difference between 23-year-old Yan Huan and 25-year-old Yan Huan?

The height has not changed, and the weight has not changed.

All that has changed is the trajectory of her life.

If she had taken a different path, she didn't know where she would be at a higher point now, but at the very least, she was still the darling that everyone wanted and liked. .

Even when she goes out, she always avoids the crowds, for fear of meeting fans. Whatever she does, she has to pay attention to her appearance, for fear that her image will be subverted.

She cannot make any mistakes or have any stains.

Even if you can't wear a piece of clothing wrong, you can't put on a makeup wrong, and if you do a bad hair, you may face ruthless criticism from the media.

The more famous she becomes, the less freedom she has in her own life.

The more famous she becomes, the more careful she becomes.

She thought her life would be settled there. After all, she was already accustomed to that kind of life and planned to live a good life.

She doesn't want to turn into dust, she wants to be beautiful.

The so-called Okamitsu is not because she is vain, nor because she is stingy, but because if she wants to live, she, a woman with nothing, must either do better or fall to the bottom.

She had no other choice.

When another path appeared in front of her, she chose it without any hesitation.

She began to become more low-key. When she went out to buy things, no one would necessarily follow her. When she went out, she no longer needed to wear a mask or sunglasses. She even began to find no information about herself online. Even in other people's mouths, her name cannot be heard.

However, she began to regret it.

Because without those, it seemed that she began to lose the capital to protect herself, and she had nothing in the first place.

She hugged her body tightly and seemed to regret it a little bit.

A slight ray of wind blew in through the curtains, and it was very cold on her body. It was also so cold that she couldn't help but shrink back.

It was that kind of dream again, a dream she had had countless times.

And strangely, she actually knew that she was dreaming. She knew so clearly that in this dream, the white mist confused her eyes and blocked her thinking. She could only fumble forward step by step. Go.

But after taking a few steps, there seemed to be an extra step of resistance in front of her, which seemed to be preventing her from moving forward, and even made her feel... pain.

She stopped, and then groped for another way. She tried to move forward again, but this time it was quite smooth, without any pulling or tearing feeling.

However, she stopped, then turned around and walked in the direction that would cause her pain.

She always felt as if there was something waiting for her, something calling her, but when the pain hit her again, she took a step back.

Then, she suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

There is no harm, no pain, and no fear.

There seemed to be only sunshine, warmth, and softness here...

Her fingers suddenly hit something, and then she felt pain, and she woke up. She sat up, hugged her legs tightly, and let the cold wind blow on her from time to time.

The door seemed to make a noise, and she pulled open the quilt and lay down. The person outside just glanced at her at the door. She could feel that the person's eyes seemed to penetrate the quilt, and then pierced her body with rows of fine needles.

She clenched her hands, feeling some needle-like pain.

He was indeed back.

She used to be so eager to see him, it seemed that everyone in her eyes was blank, regardless of existence, she even thought that she was born, grew up, and lived, all for him.

And now she discovered.

She lives not for anyone, but because her life continues.

Her life is not someone else's, but her own, and has nothing to do with anyone.

A few hours passed, but she didn't know how long it was. She just knew that she was hungry.

She woke up because of hunger.

This mother and son were like this. They never cared whether she was hungry, sick, or unhappy. Just like now, it was the Lu family's meal time, but no one came to call her.