Why does she feel like she is reborn and I will confess my feelings?

Half an hour later, Song Zimo came to the rich man's apartment where Luo Xijun was.

When he came to the door, Song Zimo repeatedly confirmed that he had made no mistake, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door, and there was no movement in the room for a long time.

"Strange, aren't you at home?" Song

Zimo was a little nervous and a little puzzled.

Immediately, he raised his hand again and continued to knock on the door.

There was a knock on the door, but there was still no movement in the room.

Song Zimo thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Luo Xijun's phone.

After

a while, when Song Zimo was wondering why Luo Xijun didn't answer the phone, the phone was connected.

"Sister Luo

, I'm here ......" "You come to the rooftop of the building, I'm on the rooftop." Without

waiting for Song Zimo to finish speaking, Luo Xijun said a word and hung up the phone.

When Song Zimo heard this, the expression on his face was stunned.

What does she want to do?

Could it be ......

Song Zimo thought of this, and subconsciously looked up at the stairs leading to the top of the building.

I didn't think much about it, and I didn't dare to think about it.

Although Song Zimo was very afraid of heights, he still took a deep breath and climbed down the stairs towards the roof.

The

door to the rooftop opened open.

Song Zimo looked up and saw Luo Xijun sitting outside the guardrail on the edge of the roof at a glance.

At this time, her two legs were on the outside.

The whole person sat there without any protection.

Because of the high floors, the wind on the roof of this building is very strong.

When Song Zimo saw this, she was really worried, would a strong wind come over and blow her down.

"Sister Luo?" Song

Zimo didn't dare to walk over, because he faintly found that Luo Xijun's situation was a little abnormal.

Coupled with the picture in front of him, Song Zimo unconsciously thought of something not very good.

He shouted softly and stood there watching.

"Come on, come and talk to me.

Luo Xijun didn't look back, and a voice full of confusion and sadness came.

Song Zimo's heart trembled slightly.

Holding back the fear of heights, Song Zimo raised his feet and walked over.

When he got closer, Song Zimo didn't dare to sit on the rooftop railing like Luo Xijun.

He didn't even have the courage to look out.

His forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

"Come and sit next to me, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable...... Chat with me for a while......"

Luo Xijun turned her head to look at Song Zimo, and there was a smile that Song Zimo couldn't understand on her cold and beautiful face.

Under the moonlight in the night sky, it is a little dazzling.

Even, Song Zimo's heart was filled with a strong uneasiness.

What does this female president want to do

? Suicide?

She is young and worth tens of millions, so what can't she think of.

Besides, in her previous life, she had never seen her sad and fragile side.

Or is she just hiding her feelings in the bottom of her heart and not letting anyone find out?

"Sister Luo, I'...... Afraid of heights......"

Taking a deep breath, Song Zimo's expression was a little pale and a little embarrassed.

However, he still stubbornly spoke truthfully.

"Afraid of heights?" Luo

Xijun had a stunned expression on his face.

When she got Song Zimo's affirmative answer, she said, "Then you just sit there and chat with me......"

"Hmm."

Song Zimo answered, sat down, leaned his back against the wall of the guardrail, facing the direction of the roof, and tried not to look outside.

Although, Luo Xijun called herself over and chatted with her.

But Song Zimo's heart was a little unsure of how to open his mouth and what to talk about.

"Sister Luo, what's wrong?Is there anything unhappy?"

Finally, Song Zimo took a deep breath and spoke.

When he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Luo Xijun outside the guardrail, worried that she would not be able to sit firmly and would be blown down by the wind.

"I have a slight depression, and every night, my heart is very lonely and uncomfortable......" "

Sometimes, I think that I should just jump down and end this short life, but I don't have that kind of courage."

Luo Xijun spoke, her voice sounding confused and sad, with a touch of deep loneliness and sadness.

Depression?

Song Zimo's face froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at Luo Xijun in disbelief.

He never thought that a female president like Luo Xijun would have depression.

No wonder!

No wonder her personality is so withdrawn and cold, unapproachable.

"Sister Luo, how can you think so, you are still young...... If you have a successful career, when you are in a bad mood, you can think about the friends and relatives around you ......"

Song Zimo took a deep breath, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

Because he doesn't have depression, he doesn't understand what the real emotions of those who have depression are like.

But judging from Luo Xijun's performance at this time, although she is worth tens of millions, luxury cars and mansions, she has a life that everyone envies.

But deep down, she is lonely and sad...... Sad ......

"Loved ones...... Friend...... It's gone, it's gone......

"

The next moment, Song Zimo saw two hot teardrops slipping down from the sky and floating onto his face.

Song Zimo heard Luo Xijun's muttering, and his heart trembled violently.

At this time, in his mind, he recalled again what she said that night in the bar card case.

"Sister Luo, where is your home? I'll take you home.

"Home? gone...... I have no home......"

At that time, her words touched Song Zimo a lot!

Just like herself, in reality, she still has an aunt.

But emotionally, do you still have a home

......? There's no home, ......

"My experience is similar to yours, when I was young, my father was a gambler and drunkard, and my mother gave birth to me and fell ill.

"When I was a teenager, she finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell ill...... My dad gambled and owed loan sharks, and he didn't have any money to see my mother, and the debt collector came to the house every day to ask for money......

"Bang

! Bang!

Tears couldn't stop flowing, and the voice was very calm, so calm that it made people feel uncomfortable and panicked.

Song Zimo sat there and listened quietly.

Maybe it's because they had a similar experience.

The kind of sadness and despair that sees a loved one fall ill in front of me and be powerless.

Therefore, when Luo Xijun told about her past, the sense of resonance in Song Zimo's heart was particularly strong.

"Later, I worked hard and worked hard...... picked up rags, worked as a waiter, and even went to the song hall to be a wine princess, drinking until she vomited blood, and finally scraped together the money for my mother's treatment.

"But...... She's gone, she's gone...... At that moment, I felt that the whole sky had fallen, and the whole world had lost its original color...... "

The loss of a loved one, the kind of impact and pain from the heart, people who have not experienced it, can't feel it at all."

At this time, Song Zimo raised his head and looked at the shadow outside the guardrail, and finally understood her loneliness and sadness......