Why did her voice, appearance, smile make him increasingly unforgettable, and she tangle in his mind every moment, and sometimes even make him feel crazy!
What exactly made his hatred for that woman become such a crazy longing...
A pleasant cell phone ringtone broke the silence in the room. Yehen lowered his head and quickly glanced at the caller ID, and hesitated to answer the call.
"Hen, wherever you are, why can't you find you?"
Gong Xuexiong asked anxiously and gentlely on the other end of the phone
Yehen's eyes drooped, and he hung up the phone without any answer.
His behavior made Zhongmuyan widen his eyes. He calculated that the person who came to call Yehen at this time would not be a Shura Hall person, otherwise Yehen would not have stopped him without paying attention.
It must be Gong Xueqiu!
After confirming what he thought, Zhongmu Yan looked at Yehen like an alien. This man looked abnormal today.
He actually did unexpected and frightening things one after another
What's wrong with him? Have you never acted like this before?
Outside the wide floor-to-ceiling window, the night view under neon lights is bustling and beautiful, the pedestrians and vehicles below are constantly coming and going, and the noise is constantly coming and going.
Yehen stood there looking down at the crowd coming and going below, his face under the light was beautiful and showed a trace of loneliness that he had never experienced before.
Back at the hotel, Kurosawa also sent Mingyue and Ozawa to the hotel room as usual. Then he looked at Mingyue with a look and said goodbye to him and walked out of the door.
Mingyue took a deep breath after watching Kurosawa leave
Ozawa had already yawned, Mingyue took off his clothes and took him to take a shower and settled down Ozawa to sleep.
Looking at the sleeping and quiet little face, Mingyue turned off the lights in the room and turned on the wall lights at the head of the bed. Only soft and dim orange lights were left in the room.
Feeling that she was not sleepy at all, Mingyue walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room. In my memory, this was the first time she had come to Tokyo.
Looking at the bustling night view outside, the bright moon feels that the city is so prosperous that it is amazing.
There are many tall buildings and colorful neon lights that swear to people their charm everywhere
But for some reason, she always felt a cold feeling in her heart, always feeling that she was a wandering person here
The heart always feels that every belonging is, where is the real place that belongs to her?
Unintentionally, Mingyue saw a room on the top of the building opposite with dark light. There was also a tall figure standing in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass.
Because the heights are different, Mingyue can only see the vague outline of a man from afar
She looked up and saw that the building opposite was a luxurious hotel, which did not look inferior to the hotel she was in at all.
Looking at the blurry figure, Mingyue felt indescribable. She looked at the figure for a long time but didn't leave the window. It seemed that she had been standing there for a long time.
Her lonely look made her feel uncomfortable
Mingyue couldn't help but sigh in her heart, is she also a person who is in a foreign country like her?
The man in front of the window suddenly turned his body, as if he was seeing someone looking at him. Mingyue was about to turn around and look back to avoid the projected gaze. Ozawa, who was sleeping behind her, suddenly made a sound.
"Mommy"
Mingyue ran over quickly, Ozawa rubbed his eyes and sat up from □□