979. Chapter 979 He doesn't show up when taking pictures 2
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"Zhuge Yue, what you said is not true, is it?"
After listening to what Zhuge Yue said, Yang Zimei frowned slightly.
"Lie to you puppy!"
Zhuge Yue said seriously, "At that time, everyone thought he was a monster. That's why he was fatherless, which led to his mother running away from home, and which led to the tragic death of my grandfather's family."
"do not talk."
When Yang Zimei thought of the loneliness and pain that Long Zhutian felt when he was rejected by his peers when he was a child, his heart ached.
"Um."
Zhuge Yue saw that she seemed a little angry, so he didn't say anything more, "Then you go and take care of it yourself."
Yang Zimei ignored him and walked directly into the room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the room, she saw Long Zhutian sitting up, looking at her quietly with dark eyes under the dim sleeping light, with a trace of loss remaining on his face.
"Why are you awake?" Yang Zimei stepped forward and asked softly.
Long Zhutian stretched out his arms, pulled her into his arms, sat her on his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where have you been?"
Hearing that his voice seemed to be somewhat uneasy, she asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? You've never woken up in the middle of the night before. Are you having nightmares?"
Long Zhutian's big hands tightened on her slender waist, "When I don't see you when I open my eyes, I suddenly feel at a loss. Don't leave when I'm sleeping in the future."
Yang Zimei's heart moved and he nodded.
It turns out that he was so dependent on himself to fall asleep.
This thought made her both sweet and sad.
He could rarely be by his side. When she was not around, he probably couldn't sleep deeply, so his pupils were blood red and desolate.
She reached out and touched his chin, which was pricked by stubble, and a thin layer of mist covered his pupils.
In the eyes of outsiders, he should be as strong as iron, but only she knew that he was actually just like her, with a lonely, restless and fragile heart beneath that strong surface.
Therefore, two people with the same characteristics are so attracted to each other and feel at ease with each other.
Seeing the camera in her hand, Long Zhutian asked doubtfully, "What are you doing with a camera in the middle of the night? Have you become a photography enthusiast?"
"No, I borrowed it from Major Luo."
Yang Zimei shook his head, "We have been together a lot, but we don't even have photos of each other, nor a group photo, so I wanted to take a photo of us."
Long Zhutian's black eyes darkened, and a flash of pain flashed through him.
"I might not be able to keep a photo."
He said with a hint of guilt, "In all these years of taking pictures, not one of my pictures has been successful."
"Is what Zhuge Yue said true?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.
"Um."
"Then let's try to take a photo. Maybe I can't take a photo either." Yang Zimei adjusted the camera to selfie mode, hugged Long Zhutian and smiled at the camera.
Click!
The flash flashed and a photo popped out of the camera.
Yang Zimei hurriedly took out the photos that were ready to be posted, couldn't wait to pick them up and look at them, and then laughed happily, "We have formed an image. Every day, we can take photos. Whether it is you or me, it will be very clear."
Long Zhutian took the photo over.
Although the photo of him and her is a bit dim due to insufficient lighting in the room, their faces are still clearly visible, which is different from the photos taken before.