After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Bao Hanshi walked in front holding the room card.

Qiao Yu followed him.

When I got to the room, I discovered that this room was a love suite.

Qiao Yu looked at the water bed and said, "I can sleep on the sofa."

You can give him the bed.

Bo Hanshi said nothing, only glanced at her soaked clothes and said, "Let's take a hot shower first."

The facilities in this small hotel are very poor.

Qiao Yu felt dizzy and took a quick shower. Just as he was about to wrap up his clothes and get out, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest.

She couldn't help coughing: "Ahem..."

Coughing up a smear of blood.

She looked at the eye-catching blood in the white pool, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

She raised her head and looked in the mirror, only to realize that her face was as pale as paper.

He looked as haggard as a dying person.

Bohan heard a violent cough inside and knocked on the bathroom door.

The man reminded: "The disposable dry towels are outside."

"Oh, I know."

Qiao Yu quickly turned on the faucet and washed away the blood in the pool.

Her face was so hot that she took several handfuls of cold water and poured it on her face several times before she felt better.

She walked out of the bathroom groggily.

Bo Hanshi handed her a dry towel and said, "Wipe your hair."

She had just washed her hair, and her long hair was wet and dripping with water.

When she took the towel, her fingertips accidentally touched his.

Bao Han felt that her fingers were unusually cold, and her eyebrows moved slightly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No……"

As soon as she finished speaking, a warm, dry and slender hand touched her forehead.

The temperature on her forehead was very hot.

"You have a fever."

Qiao Yu touched it himself and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. Maybe I caught a cold due to the rain. Just take a nap and you'll be fine."

The man ordered: "Go and blow dry your hair."

When she took the hair dryer from the bathroom, Bo Hanshi was gone.

About five minutes passed.

The man held a thermometer and a box of medicine in his hand, folding them back.

He handed the thermometer to Qiao Yu: "Take your temperature."

Three concise and concise words, like giving an order.

But Qiao Yu looked at him and was stunned.

This was the first time he took the initiative to care about her after they reunited.

A surge of pain and sorrow flooded her chest.

There is a faint warmth in the eye circles, which is escaping outwards.

She slowly raised her hand, took the thermometer, and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

The man placed the box of antipyretics on the table.

"If it reaches 38 degrees, take antipyretics."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up...

Suddenly, a pair of weak arms hugged him tightly from behind.

This hug was so sudden that he didn't react at all and was completely stunned.

"Qiao Yu?"

"Don't push me away, just hold me for a while, I'm sorry."

She hugged him hard and buried her face in his back, tears rolling down freely.

When it's cold, I'm dying.

Every time we see each other from now on, we will see each other once, but not once.

The number of times I indulged myself and hugged him as tightly as I did now was extremely rare.

Six years ago, this kind of hug was so common to them that it didn't matter.

But now...for Qiao Yu, this kind of hug was so precious that it made her heartache.

Master Xuankong said, let her let go of her obsession.

But no matter what, she just couldn't let go.

"When it's cold, give me a hug, okay?"

She's just greedy and wants a hug. Isn't that too much?

Bo Hanshi didn't respond, just lowered his arms and didn't push her away.

It seems that he endures this suffering silently.

Qiao Yu was forcing him again.

A hug is indeed nothing, but she doesn't know that she is Qiao Yu, she wants a hug, and he gives it... He will be greedy for this kind of warmth and want more.

He didn't want to be trapped in the quagmire of betrayal anymore.

Anyone can betray him, except...Qiao Yu.

Because Qiao Yu once built a high wall in his heart, and his world was completely opened to her.

It was she who locked the door with her own hands.

Bao Hanshi never wanted to open that door to anyone again.

"Qiao Yu, let go."

His cold words did not scare her away.

Qiao Yu walked around to him, raised her head, and kissed him with wet eyes.

"You promised me that you would accompany me to see Qinghai, but Qinghai didn't take it seriously. You said that you always keep your word. Shouldn't you make up for what you didn't do when Bao Han was there?"

The man's protruding Adam's apple rolled, "Qiao Yu, don't force me again."

She watched the Adam's apple rolling around his neck.

He also always knew that this was a reaction he felt.

She pulled her lips and smiled: "Why am I forcing you? Doesn't Mr. Bo feel it too?"

The man frowned and lowered his eyes just about to retort.

She had already grasped the collar of his shirt with both hands, pulled his neck down, raised her head and kissed him.

The kiss was passionate, so passionate that it was desperate.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, Qiao Yu gasped and asked, "Do you still love me when I'm cold?"

"You know the result, but you still ask. Qiao Yu, the most important thing is to have self-awareness."

She smiled, not caring much.

The room was dimly lit.

She looked up at his silhouette, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance firmly in her mind, and it would last forever at a glance.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes into his hair.

She said: "It doesn't matter, it's enough that I still love you..."

Her voice was so soft that he thought she didn't say anything.

Qiao Yu didn't give him another chance to push him away. She kissed him with all her strength and all her emotions.

She felt that his whole body stiffened for a few seconds.

Qiao Yu took the opportunity to push him onto the water bed.

She leaned into his arms, and they fell down hard together.

Qiao Yu obviously couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

But the corners of her lips were curved, smiling at him.

Just tonight, after tonight, he wouldn't have to see her again.

Wait until she and Xiangsi meet over the weekend.

She will go to Xizhou Court and confess everything that happened six years ago, including what happened when she helped Qiao Fan give false evidence against Bo Han.

From now on, when Bo Han, a talented scholar from the Department of Law of Teito University, will stand innocently in the light of thousands of feet.

When she fell in love with him, he was innocent.

He can't let him stand in the shadows with that stain all his life because of her love.

It was her fault that made him feel that what they called forever was nothing more than that.

"I'm sorry when I'm cold."

She said to him again, with red eyes, I'm sorry.

She paid for the heartbeat of her youth and apologized for her unknown love.

They are originally two worlds.

Without her, there would be no Qiao Fan.

When it's cold, there's no need to get stuck in the dirty mud covered with wind and rain.

The one she loved was always innocent.

Qiao Yu's eyes were affectionate, tender, and so hot that they seemed to be burning.

The man suddenly turned over and pressed her underneath him.

He clasped her two slender wrists with one hand, raised them, and held them above her head.

He stared at her face solemnly, "This is what you want, don't regret it."

He didn't give her a chance to breathe. He lowered his head and kissed her.

The man's slender fingers with distinct joints were inserted into her thick hair, and he held the back of her head with great force.

On the wall, in the dim light and shadow, two figures overlapped each other, rising and falling...

[I cried while writing this chapter. I hope you can cry while reading it too. Happy reading]