Lan Xichen rushed downstairs full of guilt, but what he saw was Ye Qiaoxi and Zi Ye hugging each other, and the anger had spread throughout his body through their clenched fists.
Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush over, he heard Ye Qiaoxi murmuring, "Zi Ye, I hate him, I hate him!"
Suddenly, he froze on the spot.
His fists gradually loosened, and the anger on his face gradually turned into hurt, and then boundless indifference.
He slowly turned around and walked upstairs.
It was night, and Lan Xichen still hadn't returned to the room.
Ye Qiaoxi lay on the bed teasing Qiuqiu, "Is he really not coming back?" He turned over and lay on the bed bored, and said angrily, "Humph, it would be better not to come back! Just follow Qiuqiu.
I'm sleeping! He wants me to knock on the door... Huh, he's deliberately trying to embarrass me! I don't want to pay attention to him anymore!"
Turning over again, he grabbed a strand of hair and played with it, "You know, Qiuqiu? He has never been angry for so long. At most, he just said a few harsh words to me, but this time, he was so angry with me.
Jiu, what a stingy person."
She climbed up, lifted Qiuqiu and put it in front of her eyes, and asked, "Qiuqiu, if... I go to find him again, will you think I'm worthless?"
Qiuqiu opened his big black eyes and looked at her in confusion, "Ah wu..."
"Well, since you said yes, I'll give him another chance!" Ye Qiaoxi finally found an excuse for himself and didn't forget to pat its head, "He should actually thank you."
Qiuqiu yawned and lay lazily on the bed.
****
Situ Jia combed his hair, walked downstairs in his pajamas, opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of ice water.
"Drinking ice water at night is not good for your stomach."
The sudden sound startled her, and when she looked back, Lan Xichen was sitting in front of the table, holding a cup.
"You stayed up most of the night, trying to scare people to death?" Situ Jia patted his chest with lingering fear, noticed the alcohol in his arms, curled his lips and sneered, "Is drinking good for your health?"
Lan Xichen raised his wine expressionlessly, "Would you like a drink?"
It could be seen that he was in a bad mood tonight, Situ Jia shrugged, "Okay."
She sat across from him and poured a glass. She watched him drink it down one mouthful after another as if drinking water. She frowned and snatched the boy from his arms, "Hey, this is whiskey! Can you please control yourself?"
good!"
Lan Xichen glared at her dissatisfiedly, "You know my drinking capacity."
"That's right, you are a master who will never get drunk or pour a thousand cups. However, it would be too shameful to drink to drown your worries." Situ Jia ignored his murderous eyes and tilted his chin.
He raised his head and said with insight, "Don't tell me that the misunderstanding between you and Xixi hasn't been resolved yet."
Lan Xichen poured himself another glass and took a sip, "There's no need."
"Hey," Situ Jia sighed and shook his head, "You didn't even talk to her, and you just said such depressing words, are you still the same Lan Xichen I know? I think back then, when you broke up with me, you were
It’s a quick knife to cut through the mess.”
He raised his head and faced her feigned dissatisfaction. Lan Xichen's eyes showed a look of shame, "Jia'er, I think my debt to you cannot be offset by just saying sorry."
"You also know!" Situ Jia took his wine glass angrily, drank the rest of the wine, and then wiped his mouth handsomely, "Lan Xichen, you are a coward! You don't even like a woman.
If you dare to make promises, what kind of man are you?"
Perhaps due to the drunkenness, Situ Jia vented all the suppressed emotions over the years.
"Lan Xichen, let me tell you, I, Situ Jia, am not the kind of person who can't bear a blow! Nor am I weak enough to need a man's protection! However, you are stingy with even a single promise! Do you know that if you were back then?
Are you willing to give me a promise to wait for you for three years, five years, or ten years? As long as you give me a word, I, Situ Jia, will wait until the end! But...but...but you didn't, you didn't give me anything.
I just left like that..."
At this point, her vision had already been blurred by tears.
"Do you know how I got through it? I was afraid that my parents would be worried, so during the day I had to comfort them as if nothing was wrong. At night, I would hide under the quilt and cry... Every morning, I would see my red and swollen face
Eyes, none of them dared to ask, and they had to comfort me in turn... This is what you brought to our family!"
"Lan Xichen, why are you so desperate? Why don't you give me some hope?"
Situ Jia couldn't help crying. For the first time in these years, she could cry so freely. She could show him the wounds that had been buried in her heart for so long without any reservation. She said loudly, look, these are all you.
Left to me...
Her trembling body was instantly pulled into a warm embrace. It was so warm and familiar, as if it brought her back to a few years ago. She held him tightly, buried her face in his chest, and spoke with a sweet voice.
Choking, "Asshole, do you know how hateful you are?"
"Jia'er..." Lan Xichen stroked her back and whispered, "At that time, a promise was more than just a word, it required the ability to realize it. My parents had just passed away, and my grandfather's expectations for me were
Hope is more important than anything else. I once chose to leave it all behind and return to the United States to find you. But when I saw my grandfather lying on the hospital bed, I gave up."
Situ Jia's crying gradually became smaller, and she lay quietly in his arms, listening to his deep voice and feeling the vibrations coming from his chest. The feeling was so real.
"Then why don't you come to me?"
"As you said, I left like that. What qualifications do I have to find you again?" Lan Xichen's tone was slightly sad.
"Xichen," Situ Jia raised his head and looked at him with misty eyes, "You chose Zuo Qing because you wanted to find comfort from her. I am right in front of you now, can't you see?"
Lan Xichen looked at her through his misty eyes, "Jia'er, some things are in the past."
Situ Jia lowered her head in pain, "I know, I've always known it. But... I'm sorry, I can't forget it. We grew up together until we fell in love. I'm used to your existence, just like I'm used to breathing. You
Can you tell me not to breathe?"
She raised her face, staring at his unmatched handsome face through her drunkenness, and smiled sadly, "Xichen, I really can't forget..." As she said that, her lips couldn't help but kiss him.
Ye Qiaoxi went to the study and guest room respectively, but couldn't find Lan Xichen. She walked downstairs muttering, "Strange, where did he go?"
Suddenly, her footsteps froze in place, and her eyes stared blankly at the two people kissing each other...
At that moment, she heard the sound of heartbreak.