Wen Xihe packed her luggage that day. In fact, she had no luggage at all. Because when He Mingjue came into the room and tore her clothes to pieces, all her luggage had already been packed away by that man.
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Returning to Wen's house, only his father was there. Wen Xihe had a long time with his father whom he had not seen for a long time. Even though he was tired, he did not forget to look back at the direction of the door from time to time. That man had not stopped since he answered the phone call during the day.
, did not show up until dark. Wen Xihe thought of He Mingjue's gentle smiling face when he was talking on the phone, and felt that his heart was very depressed, and he could not sit still more and more.
"Don't look at it, he will be back after the reception!" The father beside him could see through Wen Xihe's thoughts at a glance, and said with a hint of ridicule, "Knowing that you are back, he won't be too late!"
Wen Xihe's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head and protested in a low voice, "I'm not waiting for him!"
Just as he was talking, there was a sound of a car stalling outside. After a while, He Mingjue's tall body appeared at the door.
"Dad!" He walked to sit down next to the two of them, shouted, and then his eyes slowly fell on Wen Xihe beside him. Even though it was in front of Wen's father, he still stretched out his hand to Wen Xi
He pinched his tender cheek hard, "This is so good!"
Father Wen may not understand the meaning of He Mingjue's words, but Wen Xihe understands clearly. He is laughing at her overtly and covertly, so unable to withstand the fight, he just responds like a defeated rooster.
Got home.
The more Wen Xihe thought about it, the angrier she became. She pulled his big hand off her face and stood up from the sofa with a cold snort.
"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep!"
She closed the door ajar, hugging the quilt in the darkness and staring straight in the direction of the door with her eyes wide open. The clock on the wall made a ticking sound. After a long time, no one appeared at the door.
In the darkness, Wen Xihe looked at the darkness in front of him, and sadness suddenly emerged in his heart.
Is he finally getting tired of her? Is he ready to let her go?
He Mingjue is his father's adopted son.
When she was three years old, her father appeared in front of her with He Mingjue, who he brought back from the orphanage, and told her that in the days to come, this person named He Mingjue would always be with her. It was indeed as her father said.
She said that he has been with her all the time. He has never left her since she was three years old. Because of this, she has never asked him whether he likes this kind of day, this kind of life, this kind of future and life.
And now, is he finally tired of this kind of life and tired of being around her?
Wen Xihe shrank into the quilt in the darkness and curled up together. She was afraid of the cold. Even in a warm room, she would curl up subconsciously. He Mingjue would often curl up because of this.
He laughed at her and said that she had some kind of insecurity subconsciously.
She never told him where her insecurities came from.
She sniffed quietly under the quilt, secretly despising her own incompetence.
Look, she has already started to miss him before he really left.
"Why are you crying?" A deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness. Wen Xihe was startled. When she smelled her familiar breath, she bit her lip, but still refused to speak.
There was a rustling sound beside her, and she heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground. Then, the quilt on her body was lifted, and a pair of hands hugged her from behind, pulling her into a warm embrace.
The man's hand came up and touched the tears on her face. He couldn't help but lower his voice a little lower, "Wen Xihe, have I ever told you that you are not allowed to cry at any time!" He hates her.
Tears, very annoying.
Wen Xihe's nose was sore, her body struggled in He Mingjue's arms, and her voice was thick with nasal cavity, "Go away, don't touch me, use your hands to hug other women!"
The body of the person behind her visibly stiffened. It was so quiet in the darkness that Wen Xihe could almost hear the strong heartbeat coming from the chest of the man behind her. After a long time, He Mingjue behind her hugged her hard.
, his head rested in the crook of her neck, with a little gentleness in his voice.
"So, that's why you disappeared? And you avoided me for three whole months?"
She remained silent in his arms, which was considered both anger and acquiescence.
He Mingjue sighed quietly and asked softly.
"So, you actually saw everything that day?"
This sentence instantly touched Wen Xihe's pain point. The scene he saw that day appeared in front of his eyes again, and the familiar pain emerged again.
"He Mingjue, if you are tired of me, you can tell me directly. But, can you not remind me in this way, okay?" Her voice sounded faintly in the darkness, with some kind of pain.
of depression.
All her passion for more than twenty years was given to only one person. At the age of twenty, she came back from a distant place. But what did she see?