Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

The performance in the drama theater was very brilliant, which is very rare, and she also developed a little interest in acting. Of course, she has no idea of ​​entering this industry for the time being, but at least, she finally has an interest in something.

Unlike before, she has no desires or desires for everything, and what she has and what she loses can't make her emotions fluctuate too much.

Not what a person her age should be.

After coming out of the theater, Charles took her to the restaurant. It happened to be time for dinner. There were many people in the restaurant, but because Charles had an appointment, it didn't waste much time.

Sophisticated tablecloths, exquisite glasses, and neatly stacked white napkins, flickering candles, almost no wind indoors, much warmer than outdoors.

Aimi propped her chin in the middle of the night, and rubbed the bottom of the glass with her fingertips. The smooth touch made her a little distracted, almost subconsciously, she withdrew her hand.

Too beautiful things are always easy to disappear.

And expecting them is the root of all misfortune.

Even after such a long time, she still hasn't been able to get rid of such subconscious withdrawal, as if, as long as she doesn't invest in feelings, she won't lose all hope because of being too disappointed when she loses.

But in this way, too many opportunities have been lost, and I have not paid, so it is not complete.

There are too many missing things, and we have to make up for them bit by bit.

The only fortunate thing is that she is still young and everything is still in time.

Charles also still noticed Ai Miye's subconscious actions just now.

But he didn't say anything, flipped through the menu with his slender fingers, lowered his eyes, and considered carefully, it was still Ai Miye's recovery period, and there were some foods that she couldn't enjoy now.

When he closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, Ai Miye noticed the slight vibration of the phone in her pocket, but it was impolite to look at the phone while eating, so she licked her lips and looked at it when she was about to go back.

Along the stone road of the manor, Ai Miye walked very slowly. She casually glanced at the towering trees next to her. Generate hope.

It is indeed a very good choice to recuperate here, not to mention, there are many lovely people here.

Charles was standing side by side with her, he could almost hear the rhythm of his heartbeat, it was obvious and clear, he had been looking forward to being able to go further with his beloved girl.

But now he suddenly felt that maybe it was just that, and he was satisfied enough.

If time can be slower, if he can always be by her side, if bad luck doesn't come again, that would be great.

The road from here to the room was not too long, but because of today's vacation, Charles was not in a hurry to go back, so he took Ai Miye to look at other places in the manor, and it was already dark when he returned.

The room of the two of them was not far away, so Charles sent her to the door. His eyes were smiling, and his blue eyes seemed to live in billions of stars, as vast and mysterious as the deep sea.

"Good night, Ai Mi Ye."

His voice is also nice, gentle, unhurried, and patient.

Ai Miye leaned over and hugged him, polite and decent, her cherry blossom-like lips slightly raised, and her voice was sweet and soft, "You too, Charles, good night."

After the door was closed, Charles didn't leave immediately. He looked down at his fingers and clenched them slightly. How could he feel enough? When the shackles of desire were loosened bit by bit, he couldn't make himself feel like the last time. The gentleman politely asked Ai Miye to leave with that man.

If you like it to the bottom of your heart, it's too difficult to let go.

His eyes darkened slightly, he pursed his lips, the past should be settled by time, now is the most important thing.

The room was pitch black, and Ai Miye seemed to be used to this. She didn't turn on the light, but walked to the bedside according to the route she remembered, took off her coat, and then reached out to touch the small lamp beside the bed.

With a snap, the whole room lit up.

But the light was not dazzling, she stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and began to unbutton the shirts on her body one by one.

The shirt was half-removed, revealing the entire white shoulders, and the smooth skin had a creamy luster, as if the best suet jade was flawless.

The man behind him moved slightly.

Suddenly, her movements stopped, she turned around subconsciously, and saw the man who should not have appeared.

Without exclamation, or even emotional fluctuations, she slowly put on the half-retired clothes and carefully buttoned her shirt.

She sighed softly before saying, "Sherlock..."

I knew this day would come.

She was already in Xavier Manor when she was fully conscious. When she was in S.H.I.E.L.D., she was in a coma most of the time, and when she woke up occasionally, she only felt that her limbs were collapsing, as if she was about to die.

The only good thing is that he didn't really die.

But she remembered the last, the memory of Sherlock, he died before her eyes, and the pain of her forgetting him came like a tidal wave.

In the past, the day that was never buried, no matter how long it has passed, they will crawl out of the ground again and appear in front of people.

But she didn't know whether the past should be turned over or not. She had always felt insecure, and she didn't know how to deal with it, so she avoided facing the reality.

Emotionally, all she really cares about is Sherlock.

But my heart has never calmed down, as if I would lose it at any time. After arriving at Xavier Manor, my heart calmed down. A small part of this feeling came from the children here, and most of it was given by Charles.

That way of getting along is very comfortable, she likes Charles very much, so pure, of course, has nothing to do with love.

Her eyes returned to Sherlock, who had a light stubble on his angular jaw, and his pale eyes were as sharp and deep as ever.

"You should go home."

His voice is mellow and deep, and his cello-like tone is full of artistic sense.

He stretched out his hand, and there was a small velvet box lying in his wide palm. He slowly opened it, and inside was a delicate diamond ring, which looked like a dazzling star under the light.

The curly-haired man half-kneeled on the ground, raised his eyes and looked at her, silently.

He proposes to her.

In this place that healed her.