[You who came from the stars] Bright Light Star

"What's wrong? What happened?"

It was him, I looked at his clean face with a little nervousness, the feeling of grievance became heavier, Dou Minjun...

"What's that?" He glanced at the box that was still on the ground by me, frowned slightly, loosened his hand holding me, as if he was about to walk over to have a look.

I grabbed his arm with my backhand and shook my head at him, don't look at it, Do Min Joon, don't look at it, that thing...

Seeing my reaction, Du Minjun didn't force it. He lowered his head slightly and looked at me for a few seconds. The expression on his face was gentle, with his unique care that was not revealed.

"Come and sit at my house first." After he finished speaking, he pushed my waist and walked directly to his house.

My sight drifted involuntarily to the thing on the ground. He quickly pressed the code and pushed me into the room.

This is the first time I have visited his home. Although I have "seen" him countless times, the mood is completely different when I am actually in this environment.

He pulled me into the house, my eyes fixed on the hand he held with me, his hand was beautiful, soft and warm, and it fit closely with my stiff and trembling hand.

He pressed me on the sofa, went to bring me a cup of hot water, and put it on the corner of the table very close to me. After putting down the water, he didn't retreat or sit down, but stood very close to me. .

I supported my forehead, folded my arms, and sat curled up in a corner of the sofa. The sight just now appeared in my mind from time to time, and the originally sensitive nerves hurt as if they were being torn off.

He stretched out his hand, and I looked at him reflexively, but he quickly withdrew it, with hesitation and anxiety, and that expression of not knowing what to say, which made me a little at a loss, Are you... trying to comfort me?

"Are you okay?" He took half a step back and sat on the sofa on the other side, "Would you like to call the police for you?"

Call the police?That's right, you should call the police when you encounter such a threatening incident, but I can't call the police, I'm 'Cheon Song Yi', so I just shook my head and buried my face in my hands.

After hearing my words, Do Min Joon stood up and left the living room. When I looked up, he was walking towards the bedroom. Are you...are you leaving me alone?

Isn't it 'Cheon Song Yi'?

Just when I was feeling sorry for myself, he had come back with a few hot towels and a small basin of clean water. He sat beside me, pulled my hand over, looked at it, and then began to wipe my hand with the towel There are some red marks that have gradually dried up.

On the pure white towel, the color of the red dye is very dazzling. I looked at the color, and my fingers began to tremble involuntarily. He also noticed it. He looked up at me. What, I just think he seems to have sighed.

"Close your eyes, it should be better." He held my hand even harder and continued the work on his hand, the movement was obviously a little faster.

He lowered his head and wiped my hands earnestly, and opened my fingers one by one. After wiping his hands clean, he changed a towel, looked up at my cheek, stretched out his hand to touch my chin, and continued to wipe. The dye on the cheeks.

When the towel touched my cheek, I couldn't help raising my head to look directly at him, and he felt that my gaze also raised his eyes, and the movement of his hands stopped.

This is the first time I have looked at him so closely. His pure black eyes are really attractive. I looked at him quietly. He probably felt a little embarrassed by me, so he quickly turned his gaze to my face. On, continue the action of wiping.

"I'm sorry." Do Min Joon, give me a chance to apologize.

He put the towel that had wiped my face back into the basin, and looked at me inexplicably, "What are you talking about?"

"Just accept it." Forgive me once, I promise, there will be no next time.

"Yeah." He hummed, and left the living room with the basin, probably to dispose of it.

When I heard him say yes, the tension in my heart dissipated a lot, as if that soft voice brought my broken heart together.

I smiled in relief, and picked up the cup that Dou Minjun had put on the table. There was warm purified water in the cup. I took a sip, and looked around his living room quietly.

"You stay here for a while, even if you don't call the police, the things at the door have to be cleaned up, just wait a while." He came back and stood by the sofa to talk to me, then turned around and walked towards the door.

I put down the glass, stood up, and followed his back to the door. When he opened the door, he found that I was following him. He gave me a puzzled look. It was probably strange that I followed him even though I was scared. act.

"Don't leave me alone... is that okay?" I knew he didn't like physical contact, so I restrained myself from pulling him.

After listening to my words, he stared at my face and hesitated for a moment, "You just stand here, it will be fine soon."

He stepped out without closing the door. I stood at the door and watched as he took a bag and packed it up. He seemed to have found something while packing it. He took out a...was it a small envelope?

He sealed the bag and threw it into the trash can next to the elevator. He quickly opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper. A piece of paper, folded up and put it in the trouser pocket.

"Go in." He pulled down my hand holding the door, pushed me in, and closed the door behind his back.

"What is it?" I asked as I followed him into the house.

"It's nothing, it's better not to look at it." He dragged me back to the living room, hesitated for a while before asking me, "Do you have anywhere to go?"

I was stunned for a moment, yes, it is estimated to be early in the morning, did he mean 'seeing off'? Sure enough, the one who was able to stay overnight was 'Qian Songyi', not some other cat or dog.

"I... just go home." I looked at the floor and said calmly, "It's so late, I'm sorry to bother you, and thank you."

He didn't answer, and I didn't dare to look at his expression. I walked away from him and walked towards the door. There were only my footsteps, so he didn't follow up to stop me at all.

That's probably it, I thought sadly, I opened the door and walked out, but when the door was closed, I couldn't help but look up.

He was standing facing the door, looking at the direction I was leaving, and our eyes met for a moment in the crack of the door that was about to close.

At that moment, it seemed to me that the speed was slowed down a thousand times.

The dark room was lit by lights, I looked at the empty living room, and let the tears blur my vision, the silent tears, telling the unrelieved mood.

I want to go back, I can't become Cheon Song Yi, and I can't get her love, who will let this end!

If I have to go through countless times of such departures, I am really not sure what will happen to me. If you are destined to push me away, then don't tempt me to come closer.

I sat on the floor against the living room wall, curled up in a ball, and let the tears roll down my face.

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She left and wanted to keep you, but couldn't find any excuse. What kind of reason can I use to keep you?I can't think of anything but watching your back disappear at the door.

I sat back in the living room, looked at the place where you were just now, pulled out the paper from my trouser pocket, and threw it on the table.

The words "Death in pieces" were pasted on the paper with various cutouts, just like the cut up and dyed red photo of Qian Songyi in the box, very dazzling.

The more shining things are, the deeper their shadows are. I have always ignored it, thinking that the pride and self-confidence in your eyes are everything. In fact, your loneliness and fragility have always been real, real, and heartbreaking.

At this moment, I can even sensitively hear the sound of your tears dripping down your cheeks, that suppressed cry.

There is a twitching pain in the heart, and as you cry hoarsely, it spreads continuously in the heart, and a kind of boredom similar to suffocation rushes to the heart.

What's going on here?are you crazy?

You just fell asleep sitting on the floor of the living room, curled up in a ball, leaning against a small cabinet by the wall, the tear stains on your face were so obvious that it was hard to ignore.

I took a blanket to cover her, and then sat down next to her against the wall. When I approached, it seemed that I was caught by something hard in the pocket of my clothes. I gently took it out of her pocket. Ring box.

The diamond in the middle was made into the shape of a shooting star. Looking at the ring, I had the urge to deceive myself, and I found countless excuses for myself to destroy the speculation in my heart.

I looked at her profile, and all I could think of was her terrified eyes, her pitiful expression when she apologized, and her happy smile after hearing my answer.

On the first day she moved here, I heard that she booked a hotel, made an appointment with a friend, and is going to celebrate her friend's birthday tomorrow, so, is this what you want to give away?

I lowered my hands, and in front of me was the empty living room of her house. This lonely and small existence beside me seemed to disappear from my eyes in the next moment, which brought me a kind of fear that annihilated existence.

Why, when you are about to leave here, why is this time...