Tomorrow is the day of the first exhibition of the art exhibition. Xia Qingyou is very nervous. The hotel lobby has been sealed off. She stands alone in the middle of the lobby, looking at her painstaking paintings hanging in the glass cabinet on the wall. She is quite impressed. Here.
Every painting she painted was related to Zhou Han, because when she was painting, what lingered in her mind was Zhou Han's clean and handsome face, so along with his breathing and sighs, his voice and smile were also included in it. To her
To me, this is a memorial to Zhou Han and a memorial to such a long time in the past.
"Qingyou~" It was Yang Yifeng, "You are indeed here!"
Qingyou turned around and gave him a smile. The smile was so bright, it was like the moment when an epiphyllum bloomed.
"What's wrong, you're so nervous?" Yang Yifeng was inexplicably worried about her, "You are the protagonist tomorrow, so you need to have a good rest tonight!"
"Yes, I know!" Qingyou turned around and gave him a lonely figure.
Yang Yifeng walked up to Qingyou. Although she was smiling, the sadness in her heart could not deceive him, "Qingyou, cry if you want. You don't have to be strong in front of me, you can be weak!"
"Haha~~" Qingyou still smiled, with tears streaming down her fresh face. Maybe she would be so weak only in front of Yang Yifeng, because he was the only friend she had left.
Yang Yifeng didn't say anything, but opened his arms and hugged Qingyou tightly.
"I..." Qingyou hid in Yang Yifeng's arms, like a stray kitten that finally found a home, "I don't want to go back to the United States alone anymore, I'm afraid..."
"Okay, then I won't go back," Yang Yifeng suddenly made a decision, "Qingyou, let me take care of you!"
Qingyou slowly pushed away his arms, "What did you say?"
Yang Yifeng had never been so nervous. He took a deep breath and said, "Let me take care of you, I want to take care of you! Qingyou, in fact, I am always behind you. As long as you can look back, you can see me!"
"Haha, I don't know what you are talking about. We have been old friends for more than 20 years, so don't play riddles~" His words seemed like a confession, and Qingyou couldn't believe it.
"I love you!" Yang Yifeng finally said these three words.
Qingyou looked at him blankly with blurred tearful eyes.
"Yes, that's right, I suddenly confessed to you on a whim! But... I have been in love with you for many years, and I don't even remember how long~" Yang Yifeng reached out to wipe away the tears on Qingyou's face, "Don't do it again
Waiting in Zhou Han’s world, come to my world to be happy, okay?”
"Do you... know the real reason why I left five years ago?"
"I knew this as early as five years ago. I beat Qitai's gang up. I'm sorry, I can only do so much!"
Qingyou's tears burst again. She admitted that she was very moved. It turned out that there was always someone as stupid as her, silently waiting for an unknown relationship, but she only had Zhou Han in her heart. This was unfair to Yang Yifeng, "I'm sorry, I
have no idea…"
"Qingyou, I won't force you, I just want you to know that you are not alone. I know you need time. I have been waiting for so many years, and I don't mind waiting a little longer. Qingyou, I don't want to see you again.
You are in so much pain..." Yang Yifeng held her in his arms again.
Qingyou felt warm in her heart. She had been tortured by the heartache these days. Zhou Han's infinite guilt was also visible in her eyes. Xia Xia had never appeared in front of her. She knew that everyone was here.
Protect her, take a step back and the world will be brighter, maybe you will be happy, and everyone will be happy...
Zhou Han outside the door was moved when he heard Yang Yifeng's confession to Qingyou inside, with tears in his eyes. It turned out that the person who had been suffering the most was Yang Yifeng. Compared to them, he was much luckier.