Shen Chengyao slammed the door shut, causing the floor to shake. As soon as she closed the door, she threw herself into Ethan Shen's arms, gritting her teeth to hold back her tears. Ethan Shen silently held her in his arms, just like when they were little.
This small room was full of his atmosphere before he left, but now it is covered by the traces of Shen Chengyao's life. But Shen Chengyao deliberately left a corner for him. Most of the books in the bookcase were left by Ethan Shen. Shen Chengyao's own books were piled on the ground, as if she didn't want to squeeze Ethan Shen's books out. Ethan Shen's eyes were fixed on those old books. He remembered that he was in this small room, reading the wrinkled books over and over again on that hot summer day. That was the most nervous time for him, because he was going to leave this home. An exam could take him away from here. At that time, Shen Chengyao was only 9 years old, lying beside him in a small vest, with two pigtails pressed into a mess.
Shen Chengyao, like Ethan Shen, has no friends.
Ethan Shen hugged Shen Chengyao tightly, put his lips on the top of her head, and said in a deep and painful voice: "...I'm sorry."
After being thrown out, Shen's mother and Blake Pang sat on the sofa outside in an awkward position. Shen's mother said awkwardly: "You...you want to drink something, I'll go..."
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