my husband is a killer

Chapter 68 Returning to Calm, But My Heart Is Lost 1
On a rare Saturday, Lan Jiao opened her eyes early.

Open the window, the light is clear and indifferent, the morning breeze is slightly blowing, and a tree of sycamore trees is falling like rain in the breeze!
The sycamore tree blooms in May, and it has been a whole year since that unforgettable past!Life returned to its original track, and after months of chaos and disorder, everything gradually calmed down.

I still remember the days when she just came back, the house of angels exploded.

Curious children, the dean who hugged her and cried and laughed, friends and colleagues who rushed over after hearing the news, and well-informed teachers, a lot of questions, a lot of transcripts, only made her dazzled, dizzy!

She shook her head over and over again, she couldn't remember, she couldn't remember anything after being kidnapped, she was in a daze all the time, and she was already in Yunnan when she woke up.No matter who the other party was, whether it was a harsh or gentle tone, she would bite such an answer to death in one bite, and slowly, finally, no one asked her any more!

There was already a replacement for her original job, and she changed to a new job, a foreign-language tour guide for a travel agency, and soon moved out of the Angel House, renting an old small apartment in the suburbs, with a tall window in front of the window. The sycamore tree, when I am free, I like to lean against the window and look at the tree in a daze.

The dense green always reminded her of that adventure, the thrilling experience in the exotic high mountains and dense forests, as well as the short time spent with that person!

Only then did she realize that she had missed her to the extreme, and she could be tortured like this!
For a year, sometimes she could no longer recall his specific appearance, what he looked like when he frowned, and what he looked like when he spoke with a dark face.

But even so, when I was working, shopping, or eating, my mind suddenly became empty, and my eyes would involuntarily fall into the vast crowd, knowing that it was impossible to see him again, but Just can't stop looking for it aimlessly!

In the morning and evening, the thoughts grow wildly, and when it is almost overflowing, she will keep repeating it, even if she can't see each other again, because of the encounter once, she is also lucky and happy!
Only such continuous self-hypnosis can suppress the despair brought by the fact - he will never appear in her future life again, and she will never know where he will be in this world and what kind of place he has been to , What kind of scenery have you seen, and what kind of people are you with?

(End of this chapter)