Chapter 68 Seagulls no longer love the sea and can fly farther 70
Chu Yu climbed up from the sofa. He didn't know if it was because he had slept for a long time, but his head always felt dizzy. He hadn't eaten at night, and his stomach always felt like acupuncture pain.
Chu Yu rubbed his hair casually, half-closed his eyes, and went downstairs to eat something in the refrigerator to fill his stomach, which made his stomach feel better.
Xing Zhuo lived on the third floor. There were no lights on in the corridor, and it was dark, like an endless abyss.
Chu Yu pressed his sore neck and wondered if Xing Zhuo had come back?
Arriving at Xing Zhuo's bedroom door, Chu Yu knocked twice first and waited for half a minute. There was no movement inside. This not only made her wonder if Xing Zhuo was working overtime again and hadn't come back yet?
I subconsciously turned the door handle twice, but it didn't lock. It opened as soon as I turned it.
Chu Yu was stunned for a moment. The room was dark, with only the moon shining in the shallow light through the window.
The lights were not turned on, so the person probably didn't come back either.
Chu Yu just glanced briefly, and just about to close the door and leave, the surroundings were extremely quiet. Suddenly, Chu Yu paused halfway through closing the door.
In the extremely empty and dead surroundings, she heard the sound of running water.
It came from the bedroom.
There is a diary in the drawer and a beautiful purple box with strange and exquisite patterns on it, which looks gorgeous and luxurious.
He knelt down and opened the drawer.
Just like Xing Zhuo himself, he is frigid.
Out of curiosity, Chu Yu wanted to open the drawer and take a look, but felt that such behavior was very impolite.
Chu Yu had just woken up. He was very energetic and couldn't take any time off. He looked left and right, and touched left and right.
This is the only different color in this room.
Xing Zhuo is taking a shower.
While Chu Yu was wandering around, he saw a crack in the drawer of the bedside table and saw a hint of color from the corner of his eye.
Thinking like this, Chu Yu felt no more psychological burden.
Chu Yu didn't hesitate, walked in immediately and closed the door behind him.
Chu Yu had not been to Xing Zhuo's room for several years. It seemed that she had never been to Xing Zhuo's room since that day when she found out that Xing Zhuo was talking bad about her behind her back.
Chu Yu turned on the light in the bedroom and looked at the bedroom casually and boredly.
The light in the bathroom is on, and the door is frosted. The warm yellow light can be seen clearly through the frosting, and you can vaguely see the tall and strong figure of the man.
Now that I have roughly looked at it, there is no difference from before. The colors are monotonous, the style is cold and European and American, and there is nothing interesting about it.
After struggling for a long time, Chu Yu couldn't help but feel curious in his heart. Besides, maybe if Xing Zhuo's secret was discovered, he could threaten him and ask him to release Xia Jinghuai from the mental hospital.
Xing Zhuo's room was simply horribly monotonous, with no bright colors at all, just black, white and gray, and even the quilt was black.
It's very flashy, not like Xing Zhuo's style.
Chu Yu knew that it was not good to peek into other people's diaries, so he took out the purple box.
Opening the box and seeing the contents clearly, the next moment, the expression on Chu Yu's face froze, his amber eyes widened slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.
Her fingertips, as delicate as peach blossoms, clenched the box in her hand so hard that her finger bones turned white.