The thick clouds rolled into rose petals, each one like the silk flowers that Beiming Shaoxi folded and gave to her...
Ji Anan suddenly woke up.
A figure stood beside the bed, dripping with rainwater all over his body, and his messy short hair dripping with water.
Gu Nancheng stood by the window, apparently just coming back from the rain outside, staring at her closely with dark eyes.
"Did I wake you up?" he asked in a low voice, his lips parting red.
Not him...
Ji Anan's eyes dimmed slightly and he frowned: "Gu Nancheng, what are you doing here?"
Gu Nancheng got on the bed with one leg on his knees, staring at her with strange eyes, and carefully took out something from his trouser pocket with one hand...
The plastic film is tied with a candy wrapper-like seal, and colorful ribbons hang down.
Ji Anan recognized it at a glance. It was the wishing bag she and Gu Nancheng hung in the lovers' tunnel a few years ago.
The entire lovers' tunnel is a tree-shaded corridor filled with colorful lights. It is made up of towering and dense maple trees, like two rows of lovers holding hands. The trees are covered with tens of thousands of wishing bags. There is gold for confession.
In this holy place, there are also people with crushes who name the boy or girl they like.
"I found it..." Gu Nancheng searched all night without asking the servant to help!
Because there is a wishing bag hanging in the Couple's Tunnel, and only if he finds it himself and takes it off can his wish not be ruined.
Sincerity leads to spirituality.
Gu Nancheng never believed in these childish tricks. His wish was in his own hands. Could it be realized by hanging on a tree?
But it's strange that he spent the whole night looking for it with a flashlight in the heavy rain!
The torn pants must have been stained with mud. Gu Nancheng accidentally rubbed the skin off his arms and cheeks, and had large scratches on the back of his hands.
Ji Anan seemed to instantly see the old Gu Nancheng.
My name is Gu Nancheng, and I will take care of you regardless of anything.
"Su Qianmo, I found you." Gu Nancheng's figure was slightly bent with wet rain, holding up the wishing bag, "So you are destined to be mine."
Ji Anan stared at the wishing bag blankly: "That's not mine."
Gu Nancheng wiped his wet hands clean on the quilt and unsealed the ribbon...
The wishing bag had been damaged by wind and rain and was discolored, but the photos were well preserved.
"You can't escape even if you deny it!"
In the photo, she and Gu Nancheng were kissing at the entrance of the couple's tunnel, with gold leaves paving the road.
The blank space under the photo is his handwriting: loveyou, loveforanonce, now, and future!
Qianmo, let me wither and die... and give you a paradise of green trees!
…
Ji Anan took the photo expressionlessly and tore it into two pieces.
Gu Nancheng's expression changed slightly. When he grabbed it, it was torn into four parts and his heart was torn into pieces.
"Su, Qian, Mo!"
He was holding the crumbs in panic, his eyes were red, and he shouted sinisterly to the bald snake to get the glue!
This is the only photo he has of them…
"Gu Nancheng, it's all over. You've forgotten me...I've forgotten you too."
He gritted his teeth and growled: "If I can remember?"
"..."
"I won't give up. I will thoroughly investigate our past. Su Qianmo, I'm back..." He raised his lips and said wildly, "You've been waiting for me."
She had been waiting for him for three years, but he came late and late, and it was her turn to leave.
But she won't come back, and he can't wait for her anymore, just like he can't catch a plane at the pier... She has been waiting for him for three years, and he comes late, and it is her turn to leave.
But she won't come back, and he can't wait for her anymore, just like he can't catch a plane at the pier...