At eleven o'clock, Zhuo Jian came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and heard a knock on the door.
There was only one floor lamp on in the bedroom. She turned and looked towards the door. In the dim light, the tall and straight man quickly approached her.
The towel she was wiping her hair with fell to the ground, her face was held in her hands, and she was kissed forcefully.
He drank a lot, and seemed to drink a lot.
She didn't struggle, she raised her head and endured it until he was willing to stop.
"I'm not intentional."
He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling equally sad.
"You drank too much."
"Yes, I drank a lot, but I am very sober."
He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into his arms, "Don't be angry, okay? I'll tell you everything."
Zhuo Jian gradually moved into his arms, and when she listened to his voice, she quietly choked up.
"Jian Jian, I won't tell you, not because I care about her, but because I don't want you to think wildly. For too many years, there has been Lin Ruxiang between us."
He murmured, hugging her tightly in his arms.
"But if you don't love her, how can she become an obstacle between us? Why is she so scary for you to let me know that you go to see her?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
"I didn't go see her."
He said.
Zhuo Jian raised his head in confusion.
"I've been to where she is, but I didn't go in."
"Why?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"She made me almost lose you, do you believe it? In fact, I hate her more than you."
He had a headache and was about to wake up, but at this time, his words became more candid.
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.
"The person in charge at the prison called and said she wanted me to choose a date for extubation."
"What?"
"I'm not interested in the date of her death."
He laughed, then gasped helplessly.
That person has already become one of the people he least wants to see in his life.
All the ups and downs he and Zhuo Jian had gone through over the years were all because of that person.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was even more confused.
"You do not believe?"
Fu Yanye looked at her in disbelief and asked.
"I also received a call like that this morning, asking me to choose the exact time for her departure."
Zhuo Jian confessed slowly.
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
Someone else called his wife.
They stared at each other for a long time.
After a while, the atmosphere in the room changed from cold and dark to warm.
Memories came back bit by bit. Lin Ruxiang has done too many things over the years that ordinary people cannot do.
"She really wouldn't let us go until she died."
Later, Fu Yanye laughed while holding her.
Zhuo Jian also understood that this was Lin Ruxiang's trick.
"Then how did you answer?"
He looked down at her again and asked.
"I said I couldn't do it."
Zhuo Jian said, then stared at him curiously, "What about you?"
"I can't do it either."
He laughed and couldn't help but hug her tighter.
In fact, what he said was even more cruel, but Zhuo Jian didn't need to hear such cruel words.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why she was laughing, but she suddenly felt that the surroundings were no longer so dark, and she was no longer so lonely and pitiful, and felt much warmer.