The tall figure rushed over like a gust of wind and hugged Wen Xihe into his arms. The man's strength almost hurt Wen Xihe, as if he was trying to force this person into his body.
The same as before. He buried his head in her neck and rubbed it vigorously, as if to confirm that she was really still by his side.
The moment the rope was loosened, He Mingjue felt that his breathing was about to stop. At that moment, he was suddenly extremely afraid of the feeling of losing her. Even though he knew that she would be fine, something was being stripped away from his body.
The pain he never wanted to experience again.
"Xi Xi...Xi Xi..."
He called Wen Xihe's name over and over again, swearing in his heart that no matter whether the woman in his arms regretted it in the future, he would never let her go again.
I won’t let go until I die!
"I'm tired!"
Compared with He Mingjue's excitement, Wen Xihe's attitude was obviously so calm that it was shocking. Her head was forced on the man's shoulder, but her eyes were looking at a certain point, and there was no warmth in her eyes. Seeing He Ming
Jue just froze and didn't let go of her. She whispered again, "I'm tired, let me go, okay?"
He Mingjue pushed Wen Xihe away slightly and looked down at her expression. After the man's gaze touched the indifference and coldness in Wen Xihe's eyes, he panicked for no reason. He gently
He held Wen Xihe's cheek, leaned close to him, and explained softly.
"Xixi, listen to me, it's not you..."
"I am so tired!"
Wen Xihe interrupted him abruptly, closed her eyes, and the fatigue in her body really began to invade her body. She did not resist, and let He Mingjue hold her, "I'm really tired, can you let me have a good rest?"
"
Feeling that the hand touching her became cold quickly, she smiled bitterly in her heart and continued, "If there is anything, I'll tell you when I want to hear it..."
He Mingjue looked down at Wen Xihe in his arms. Her face was almost transparent and full of exhaustion. She let herself lean into his arms without struggling or responding, as if all her strength had been drained from her body.
It was the same as before. At this moment, Wen Xihe, who used to make trouble with him and stare at him, suddenly disappeared. She was like a porcelain doll that broke into pieces when pinched.
Huge distress suddenly emerged in his heart. He Mingjue wanted to hold her in his arms and feel tender and distressed. But in the end, he gently put her on the bed.
Lowering his head and pressing a kiss on her forehead, He Mingjue focused his eyes on Wen Xihe's face for a long time before finally standing up and leaving.
The sound of the door being closed was heard in her ears, and Wen Xihe suddenly opened her eyes on the bed. Her body was still in pain, but she got up and jumped out of bed, ran all the way to the door, and locked the door.
In the huge room, she stood there blankly. The cashmere carpet under her feet was just replaced. Every time she took a step, the light from the crystal lamp above her head cast a soft halo around his feet. She
He turned around slightly and looked at the entire room carefully.
This is not hers, it is He Mingjue's room.
Over the years, because of her frequent visits, what was originally a black-style room slowly turned into what it is today in her hands. Originally, He Mingjue did not agree with her troubles, but later he couldn't stand her.
She was making a fuss, so she let her go.
Thinking about it now, maybe his indulgence at that time was not his true mood. Maybe, he just felt that he didn't have the strength to resist her irritation.
The carpet is pure white, the style of the room is blue, and there is a pot of blooming lilies on the windowsill.
Many nights in the past, she would always sneak in and hide in his bed, forcing her to hide in his bed. She was afraid of the cold, and every time she absorbed the warmth from him like her baby bear. Faintly, she
She could even feel the irreplaceable warmth and peace of mind when he held her.
As I thought about it, I felt an uncontrollable pain somewhere in my heart.
Now that I think about it, maybe the warmth I felt back then never came from love.
Family affection, hurtful affection.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
Wen Xihe didn't know how long she had been standing there. She only knew that when she moved her steps, she felt numb.
She endured the discomfort caused by numbness and turned around and walked to the cloakroom next to her.
"Xixi——"
In the early morning, the sunlight slipped in bit by bit through the open window and fell on the soft carpet. There were different birds singing outside the window, and the wind lifted the curtains and brushed He Mingjue's face.
There was a deathly cold and cold air floating in the room, and there was a note on the table beside the bed.
He Mingjue's tall body swayed, and for a moment, he didn't even want to look at the words on it again.
Juanxiu's handwriting only wrote one sentence on pure white paper, but it was enough to hurt people.
I'm gone, don't look for me. Lord He Ming, it's you who don't want me.
The man held the piece of paper with resentment and determination, and leaned down at the head of the bed dejectedly. He Mingjue pulled his hair in pain, and his voice could not help but tremble.