Yinyu stretched out her hand and pinched the quilt. The soft and warm quilt fluttered her thick eyelashes, and from time to time a faint shadow would be swept under her eyes. She opened her eyes in confusion, and the quilt fell to her chest.
forward
The first thing she saw was a somewhat unfamiliar room. Her eyes were half-closed, and even her eyes were a little hazy. In fact, she was not yet awake.
Turning her head to look at the person sitting next to her, she closed her eyes again due to sleepiness and habitually called someone's name.
"Kinggo..."
Tezuka put down his hands and listened to the book, his eyes dimmed slightly.
"Sleep a little longer." He gently held her shoulders, let her lie down, and then covered her with a quilt. He knew that she was not awake yet, otherwise, he would not recognize her as someone else.
Otoyu responded softly, lay down and continued to sleep, but his brows seemed to be much more relaxed.
Tezuka looked down at her. Once upon a time, in her eyes, he was the only one who existed. Now in her eyes, the only one who existed has been replaced by someone else.
Xiaoyin, do you really like Atobu now?
Fuji said that this was their habit of getting along, just like she loved him in the past, she regarded Atobe Keigo as a habit. Perhaps, this was the beginning of love.
She no longer loves him, he knows, he can clearly see and feel it
Heartbroken
His face, which could be said to be flawless, had a moment of sadness, but it was never revealed.
Sighing softly, he looked at her again. The girl's face was buried in the quilt, and she was leaning sideways. The girl's slenderness made her look even thinner.
I don't know how much time passed, Otoyu opened his eyes again, and what caught his eyes were the curtains that were constantly being blown by the breeze. The sunlight passed through the glass and skipped unbelievably on the window panes, and fell inside the house, giving it some extraordinary splendor.
Lowering her eyes, she looked at the quilt covering her body. In her ears, she heard the sound of books turning, which was even clearer in the quiet room.
She turned her head and saw the young man sitting by the bed. What caught her eyes was the young man's serious and delicate profile. His attention was very concentrated, his clean and far-sighted eyes were constantly turning the pages of the book.
And changing, the crossed legs are in a very elegant posture, not ostentatious, but very handsome
The quilt was all covered on her body. She lowered her head and smiled knowingly, knowing who did this. This indifferent young man was actually very careful.
Tezuka felt two eyes looking at him. He put down his hand and looked to the side. Unsurprisingly, he met a pair of beautiful black eyes.
"You're awake." He was stunned for a while, and his pupils under the thin-rimmed glasses showed no other emotions at all. With a cold expression, he put the book next to him, "Would you like something to drink?"
Otoyu nodded, and then watched the young man stand up, walk to the table, pour water, and hand it to her, with a single movement.
Holding the cup with both hands, there was a very warm temperature on the cup, which warmed her fingertips. There was half full of water in her arms. She took a sip carefully, it was a little hot.
At this moment, there was another person sitting next to her. If it was the moment when she first came to this world, perhaps she would never have thought that she would be so close to him. At that time, the distance between him and her would be
It can no longer be described by distance
In this world, she thought she had control of happiness. Later, she discovered that the so-called happiness was just a lie she had told herself and others. In the end, she lost her heart, soul, and life.
It wasn't until he returned to that world again that he discovered that, in fact, nothing had changed. He was still the same person, but he had been hurt too much and could no longer look back.