Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 3127 Who am I? (twenty four)

She originally thought that he might be panicked and sad because of her absence, but she didn't expect that when she went back, she found that he was no longer there.

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

"..." He paused in pushing her away.

But it was just for a moment.

Pushing her away, he said coldly: "Don't think that I will believe you if you say this. If I don't believe you -"

She stood on tiptoe and suddenly kissed him.

His cold voice suddenly stopped.

"You're sad, aren't you?"

She hugged him and said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I couldn't find you right away and made you lonely and sad."

"..." He was speechless, probably because he didn't want to talk to her, so he remained silent.

Yun Si took his hand, put it on her waist, and nuzzled her nose together, "Don't be angry, okay? Huh?"

"Or, tell me, what should I do to calm you down? Give you a beating?"

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

He is also a man with a temper and will not let go of his anger so easily.

At least, I won't be coaxed away by just two or three sentences.

"..." Yun Si looked at him, "Then tell me, what do you want to hear? If you are angry, you must give me a chance to make up for it."

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

In the darkness, the air was cold, and the two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"Crack-"

The lights turned on in an instant.

The sudden light made Yun Si, who was already accustomed to darkness, unconsciously hide away, trying to avoid the dazzling light.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no one in front of him.

The bedroom door swayed slightly as he seemed to have entered.

The door was left open, leaving a crack, as if to remind her on purpose.

Yun Si stood still for a moment and followed.

"Don't be angry, okay..." She followed him like a little tail.

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At this time, the building opposite the hotel.

Top floor, rooftop.

The wind was strong, and it had rained everywhere. The air was completely moist, mixed with the smell of steel and concrete. When the wind blew, the temperature dropped sharply, just like autumn and winter, when ice and snow scattered.

The moonlight was dim, hidden behind thick clouds, and the light of the building stayed on all night, reflecting the dark sky. The light and shadow changed, like a movie with no ending that could not stop for a long time.

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

He held a wine bottle in his hand, and behind him was the damp and cold wind.

The wind is so strong that if you stand up and blow the wind for a while, you will feel a splitting headache.

But it was as if he couldn't feel it. His slender, innocent hands were hanging on the edge of the fence, drinking.

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

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

However, I can only watch it for a few minutes.

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

The light inside was bright and could faintly penetrate through the curtains.

Others can't see anything.

What you can’t see, but what you can relate to – there are more.

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

His hair was messy and hanging down weakly. He lowered his head, panting like a wounded deer.

Drunk, yet seemingly not drunk.

The nameless black lines seemed to have lost control and slowly crawled up his pale face.

He lowered his eyes and breathed heavily, smelling of alcohol.