In the middle of the night, there was no one else in the empty room.
Zhuo Jian sat up again in a daze.
I had a splitting headache and couldn't sleep at all.
She turned around to look out the window, but the curtains were also closed. She turned around and saw the remote control on the bedside, and struggled to pick it up and press the switch.
The sky is full of stars outside, and they all come into view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
My eyes hurt too.
She raised her hand to press her eyes to warm them, and then let go when she felt more comfortable, but she put her fingers on her forehead and didn't put them down again.
Why did her mood suddenly become so bad tonight?
Why bother with a person who has lost his memory when you can just smile?
She regretted a little. Her friends were all there at the time, so she didn't scare them, right?
And Fu Yanye, he is now...
"Click."
With a gentle sound, the door was opened.
She raised her eyes and looked in that direction.
They were on the top floor, with only a little dim light coming in from outside.
But she knew it was him.
He walks very slowly.
But she still couldn't help but rush, "Don't come over."
Fu Yanye's slender legs stopped, and his black eyes looked at her from a distance.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him angrily, "What are you doing here?"
"Apologize."
Fu Yanye's deep voice was a bit unreal.
"Apologize?"
Zhuo Jian smiled bitterly.
Does he need to apologize to her?
"I take back tonight's question."
Fu Yanye couldn't see her clearly and his voice was very low.
"Take it back?"
Zhuo Jian found it funny.
Can you take back what you said?
She looked outside and felt desolate.
But she didn't want to make herself angry, so she turned around and lay back down, facing inside.
"You go, I want to rest."
"..."
Fu Yanye watched her lie down, should she leave?
She was so sad and he didn't want to leave just like that.
But does he have any other options?
Yan Zheng said that she lost half her life after meeting him again.
Did they have many misunderstandings?
He thought about leaving, not wanting to anger her late at night.
But he still walked over.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was approaching and turned to look at him.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.
"Zhuo Jian, how many things have I done to make you sad?"
He lowered his head and asked.
Zhuo Jian's big eyes were a little aggrieved and angry, but then he just slowly lay back down and continued to face him, "Distrust is the thing that saddens me the most."
"But you are happy with that boy."
He lowered his head and spoke without anger.
"Then are you going to let me go be with that boy?"
"Won't."
"..."
That's how she knew it.
Whether he loves her or not, whether he remembers her or not, he will never let her go.
And she can't even smile in front of outsiders?
Laughter means you like it?
"I do not like him."
After a long time, he heard a weak voice behind him.