Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 3127 Who am I...? (twenty four)

   Originally thinking that she would be absent, he might be panicked and sad, but he didn't want to. She went back and found that he was no longer there.

  She said: "I didn't lie to you, don't say that about me, you know that I like you the most."

   "..." He stopped pushing her away for a moment.

  But it was just a click.

  Pushing her away, he said coldly, "Don't think I'll believe you if you say that, I won't believe you—"

  She stood on tiptoe, and suddenly kissed her.

  His indifferent voice stopped suddenly.

   "You're sad, aren't you?"

  She hugged him, her voice was soft, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't find you in the first place, it made you lonely and sad."

   "..." He didn't speak, probably because he didn't want to talk to her, so he kept silent.

  Yun Si took his hand, put it on her waist, and rubbed her nose intimately, "Don't get angry, okay? Huh?"

   "Or, you say, what should I do to calm you down? Hit me?"

  He withdrew his hand immediately, "It's useless for you to say that, I don't want to hear it."

  He is also a person with a temper, and he will not calm down so easily.

  At least, you will never be coaxed by two or three sentences.

   "..." Yun Si looked at him, "Then tell me, what do you want to hear? Anger is anger, you have to give me a chance to make up for it."

  He didn't speak, quietly, and seemed to be looking at her.

  In the dark, the air was cold, the two looked at each other, and there was a long silence.

   "Pa-ta-"

  The light turned on in an instant.

  The sudden light caused Yun Si, who was already used to the darkness, to hide unconsciously, trying to avoid the glare of the light.

  When I opened my eyes again, there was no one in front of me.

  The bedroom door shook slightly, and he seemed to have entered there.

  The door was left open, leaving a gap, as if deliberately reminding her.

  Yun Si stood still and followed.

   "Don't get angry, okay..." She followed like a little tail.    …

  …

  …

   At this time, the building opposite the hotel.

  The top floor, the rooftop.

  The wind is very strong, it has rained all over the place, the air is completely humid, mixed with the smell of reinforced concrete, when the wind blows, the temperature drops suddenly, just like autumn and winter, with ice and snow scattered.

  The moonlight is dim, hidden behind the thick clouds, the light of the building lasts all night, reflecting the dark sky, the light and shadow change, like a movie with no end, which can't stop for a long time.

  On the rooftop, a thin and tall figure stood quietly by the fence.

  Holding a wine bottle in his hand, behind him is the cold and damp wind.

  The wind is very strong, and people who stand on it and blow for a while will feel a splitting headache.

   But he didn't seem to feel it, his slender and innocent hands were hanging on the side of the fence, drinking.

   Take a sip and look at the highest floor of the opposite hotel building.

  The lights are on, and through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the opposite scene very clearly from the rooftop.

  However, it can only be watched for a few minutes.

   Soon, the curtains on that floor were drawn and closed automatically, covering everything inside.

  The light inside was bright, and could faintly see through the curtain.

  Others, nothing can be seen.

   What you can’t see, but what you can think of—more.

  Wen Ci took a big sip of wine, seemed a little drunk, staggered, and leaned against the fence.

   His hair was disheveled and drooping weakly. He lowered his head, panting low like a wounded deer.

  Drunk, it seems, not drunk.

  The nameless black streaks seemed to be out of control, and slowly climbed up his pale face.

  He lowered his eyes, breathing heavily with the smell of alcohol.

  (end of this chapter)