The Love of Life and Death in Blue Maple
9 A Moment of Deep Fate and Shallow Fate 3

Han Mengxi

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"Hey, how can you be like this? Who do you think you are? Who are you putting on a sour face for? When did Ling 'er offend you?”One of them pointed at Li Xirou's back and cursed.

"This isn't Rou 'er's fault, it was my own carelessness.”Song Zhiling quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Ling 'er, don't speak up for her. I clearly saw her walk past you, that's why you fell. If it wasn't her, who else could it be? Could it be you? No one would be so stupid as to let themselves fall.”

" I…" Song Zhiling didn't say anything else. When no one was looking, she smiled smugly.

Li Xirou stopped in her tracks and turned around to stare at Song Zhiling, as if she wanted to see through her. Everyone held their breath and stared at Li Xirou to see how she would explain everything. She suddenly understood her purpose…

She wanted to dig out her pain!

Li Xirou saw a strange expression in Song Zhiling's eyes. He still hated her! Otherwise, she wouldn't have tried so hard to frame her. Forget it, she could do whatever she wanted! After staring at Song Zhiling for a few seconds, she turned around and left the dining room without saying a word.

Song Zhiling stared at Li Xirou's back from a distance. He didn't understand why she didn't defend herself. She had changed a lot. She was as cold as the rumors said. It had been two years since they last met, and there was a chill in her body.

Han Haoxuan stared at Li Xirou's shrinking back. What kind of girl was Li Xirou? She had rejected Zi Yang without hesitation and treated Lu Zibing with a mixture of hot and cold. What was her relationship with Song Zhiling now? From their tone, they used to be good friends, but what happened between them later…

Lan Ziyang looked at Li Xirou's thin and small figure in a daze. He seemed to see a flickering light shining on her body. In a trance, he saw a pair of white and transparent wings flapping soundlessly, as if…

Like an angel…

However, the angel looked so lonely, making people unable to resist the desire to protect her. Li Xirou, what kind of girl was she? Looking at her lonely back, his heart trembled slightly, as if someone had pricked him.

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With the bright sunshine, the weather was very fresh. Every day after school, Li Xirou went to the hospital to visit her brother before she went to work.

Lan Ziyang walked out of the school and wanted to go straight to the bar. However, a figure in the distance caught his attention and he had no choice but to stop. In the distance, he saw a girl with long, soft hair fluttering in the wind. Her long bangs almost covered her eyes, giving her an aristocratic aura. The girl was wearing a snow-white, slender dress and her hair was tied up in a bow.

As the girl walked, he saw her walk to the entrance of the An Family Hospital. He saw her side profile. It was Li Xirou. No wonder he felt that her back was familiar.

What was she doing at the hospital? He wanted to go up and greet her, but when he saw her walking into the hospital with a thermos in her hand, he followed her.

He always felt that it was not good to follow people. If people knew that he, Young Master Lan, was following a girl he was not familiar with, they would definitely laugh their heads off. However, his feet had unknowingly reached the entrance of the hospital. He hesitated whether he should go in or not. Curiosity welled up in his heart, so he could not care less. Lan Ziyang followed Li Xirou into the hospital. He didn't understand why she was here. Was she sick? Or did something happen…

He quickened his pace and followed her. In the garden, he saw Li Xirou squatting beside a boy who was sitting in a wheelchair. She was smiling as she spoke to the boy. She seemed to be very happy. It was the first time he had seen her smile so blissfully since the first day of school. It was as clear as a spring…

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