In this city, whether it was Chanel or Cartier, as long as you had the ability to consume these material luxury goods, you didn't have to worry about their value preservation, appreciation, flaunting, and passing down. Love, on the other hand, was a spiritual luxury. There was no cost-performance ratio, no return on investment, no value, and no price. Once you chose it, then congratulations. Don't even talk about showing off, even you would have to lower yourself to the ground. If you were lucky, you might be able to pick a small flower out of the dust, but most of the time, it would be a dream of dust. That was because its goal was to sacrifice one's life without any return.
As she walked down the road of life, her memories gradually drew a circle around her life. She always turned around in the same place countless times, but she could not find the door. Moving forward had also become a habit.
Regardless of whether she was willing to admit it or not, the power of habit was really unstoppable. She walked along the path she was used to, forgetting to look around, forgetting about her surroundings, forgetting about her emotions, and even forgetting about her memories. She flapped her wings in the illusion woven by habit.
If not for last night. If not for that sudden joke.
She asked herself, did she really not understand Chi Zi's feelings? Or was it because she was afraid of losing him, so she pretended to ignore him? Then, this was truly selfish.
In the end, he still cruelly and calmly cut off that moment of weakness that came from being touched. How could Wei Chi's happiness be with her, Gu Qiqi? Gu Qiqi did not even want to think about this question.
She ignored Chi Zi's cheeky question and pointed at the Finecampagne Cognac logo on the bottle beside him. She said without a trace of warmth,"
"How long have we known each other? Six years? Eight years? Or longer? So Chi Zi, don't be deceived by the power of habit. Take this, for example,[premium champagne cognac]. This title was a legal regulation. No matter how long the wine merchants had a history, they could not arbitrarily use it because this symbol represented the most perfect grape wine in the world. Wine was like this, wine utensils were like this, a bowl of noodles was like this, a dining table was like this, and a house was like this. Chi Zi, your taste has always been like this. Everything must be perfect. However, you know very well that I am not perfect. I am not even complete. Although I'm grateful that you haven't given up on me for so long as a friend, sympathy and pity are not love. Chi Zi, I shouldn't have appeared in your life in the first place. Don't make me hate myself.”
She didn't even dare to wait for his answer. She grabbed her clothes and almost ran away. Gu Qiqi stood in front of the door, not daring to turn around to look at Chi Zi. Her movements were stiff when she turned around, her hands hanging down as she looked at her toes.
Chi Zi's voice sounded above her head, distant and empty,""Thank you…It's late, I'll send you.”
Gu Qiqi didn't know what he was thanking her for and didn't dare to probe further. He let his voice drift into the cold air.
On the way back, there was another wide and flat road, which was much closer than she had imagined. The car was driving very fast. Chi Zi did not say anything along the way, and she did not say anything either.
The well-sealed carriage was completely silent, as if one could hear the sorrow swirling in the bottom of one's heart. Just like the sky after the wild goose left no trace, the wound cut by love was an invisible pain.
Downstairs, Chi Zi said goodbye to her as if nothing had happened. It was as if nothing had happened between them before. He was so calm and composed that even she suspected that her brain had broken again and that everything was just a figment of her imagination.
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