To The Lovely You

   Lee Min Ho's face looked pale in the moonlight, like a vampire in a Western horror movie, lifeless.

   His hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly, Ying Ting's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and his deep eyes were shrouded in deep sadness.

  Tonight, he has been sitting in front of the bed looking at the moonlight outside the window, but he can't sleep. Before he knew it, he came to this purple bamboo forest...

   He still remembered that when he was a child, she liked to bring him to this purple bamboo forest to watch the sunset and play hide-and-seek together. Every corner here is full of memories that belong to them.

   At that time, there were only the two of them, and there was no Ke Jingheng. But now, only she and Ke Jingheng, not him.

   The saddest thing in the world is that he still lingers in his memories and refuses to leave, but she has long forgotten him behind him.

   He had noticed them from the moment they walked into the Purple Bamboo Forest. He regretted it, he should have just left at the time, but he didn't...

   Then, he saw the scene that made his heart hurt, seeing them kissing affectionately under the moonlight. She was so intoxicated in his arms and responded so enthusiastically to his kiss.

   But when he was with him, he tried to kiss her several times, but she avoided him.

  Thinking of this, his heart hurts even more. Unconsciously, he took out the brand new butterfly hairpin he was going to give her as a birthday present from his pocket...

   In the palm of his hand, the colorful butterfly seems to be dancing. He knew that she probably wouldn't want it anymore... Then, he gently pulled over a bamboo leaf and pinched the dancing butterfly on the leaf.

   Ke Jingheng sent Luo Xiaomei downstairs, and the two were tired for a while. Originally, he wanted to steal a few more kisses, but when he saw Luo Yujun walking out of the door, he could only do it.

  Luo Yujun looked at him with guarded eyes, and his tone was a little cold: "Xiaomei, it's so late, where did you go?"

   "That... go for a walk." Luo Xiaomei lowered her head and whispered, "Where are you going, brother? Are you going out so late?"

   "I...cough..." Luo Yujun coughed twice, "I'll go to Li Minhao's house."

  Luo Xiaomei noticed that he had several jars of milk in his hand, which Li Mengshan bought himself, but forgot to take it with him.

   "Oh... you go!" She glanced at him ambiguous, and pulled the end sound very long.

  Luo Yujun nodded, looked at Ke Jingheng with a slightly warning look when he passed by, and then continued to walk in the direction of Li Minhao's house.

   Li Mengshan is lying on the desk in a daze. Recently, Lan Feifei and He Chaoran have become more and more sticky, and they don't look like they are pretending to be lovers.

  So, she is so happy, can she be with Luo Yujun without any burden?

   It's just... She didn't know how to speak to Luo Yujun.

"Do you still like me?"

   "Would you like to stay with me?"

   "Do you still want me?"

  Oh my God, no matter which one it is, it sounds so low!

   She scratched her hair irritably, slamming her entire chin on the table.

   "It hurts!" She rubbed her chin.

  dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door, followed by Luo Yujun's voice: "Mengshan, are you there?"

   Li Mengshan was startled and rolled directly from the chair.

   "It hurts!!!" She rubbed the little PP.