To The Lovely You

   When Li Tianwei woke up the next day, he only felt a splitting headache. He sat on the bed and rubbed his temples vigorously...

   He was drunk last night, but in a daze, he only felt that he had fallen into a dream full of the fragrance of orchids.

   In that dream, Lan Xier's face and Xie Xiaoqiu's face kept alternating...

   He shook his head vigorously and patted his head hard, but couldn't remember anything. He didn't understand how Xie Xiaoqiu could appear in his dream.

  Although he has been in high school for three years, he still has a good impression of this shy and quiet girl. But the two did not have too much intersection, and they never contacted after graduation.

  People often say that he thinks every day and has dreams at night. Why did he dream of her? Is it...?

   He turned over suddenly, jumped off the bed, and lifted the quilt...

   What came into view was a shocking pool of blood.

   Li Tianwei's face suddenly turned pale: Could it be that he was drunk yesterday and did something that was sorry to Xie Xiaoqiu?

   But Xie Xiaoqiu, why did he come to his room?

   Thinking of this, his head hurt even more, as if it would explode at any time. Yesterday, I just broke up with Lan Xi'er, took over and... hurt another good girl. He...he really wanted to slap himself a few times.

   took out his mobile phone, he hesitated to send a text message to Su Rourou and asked for Xie Xiaoqiu's number.

   In the bedroom, Xie Xiaoqiu kept himself locked in the bathroom and could not come out. She stood in the shower room, letting the cold water flow down her head, washing her body over and over again.

   The scenes that happened last night filled her mind like a movie scene. So vivid, so unforgettable...

   At this moment, there was a knock on the door. It was He Xiaojie's voice: "Xiaoqiu, your call. It's from... Li Tianwei."

  Xie Xiaoqiu stiffened for a moment, then quickly closed the shower head and shouted to the door, "Tell him, I'll come back to him later."

   After she finished speaking, she put on her clothes tremblingly, almost rushed out of the door and rushed to the desk, picking up her mobile phone.

   "Hey, Xiaoqiu...is it convenient to talk now?" Li Tianwei picked it up quickly. In fact, he had been pacing back and forth in the room for a long time.

   "Yes." Xie Xiaoqiu hummed softly, then walked quietly to the balcony and closed the sliding door.

   "I...I just wanted to ask you..." Li Tianwei kept scratching his hair, gritted his teeth and finally said, "You...last night...did you come to my room?"

  Xie Xiaoqiu's heart suddenly ached: she thought he didn't remember what happened last night. She thought that he thought he was Lan Xi'er. Unexpectedly, he still has an impression...

   Then, she heard Li Tianwei say: "Xiaoqiu, I drank too much last night... If I did something to you, I... I will be responsible."

is it? Will he be responsible... just because he is responsible? Xie Xiaoqiu's pale lips curled into a bleak smile, and said in a calm-sounding voice, "No, I haven't been to your room."

   Li Tianwei's voice sounded like he was relieved: "Oh."

   "Are you okay?" Xie Xiaoqiu's fingertips holding the microphone were cold.

   "It's alright, thank you for your concern." Li Tianwei frowned as he looked at the bloodstain on the bed.

   He knew that the person who came to his room could never be Lan Xier. Maybe it's just a coincidence? Are the hotel sheets not washed?