Gu Xiaojun was silent at first, then he said in a low voice, "I don't know..."

"Don't know?" Yu Qiuchi asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Gradually, the two sides stopped communicating at all. Although they lived under the same roof, they were like familiar strangers."

Gu Xiaojun paused, her voice calm, but it made Yu Qiuchi feel inexplicably sad: "After a long time, we lost contact, and I assumed we had broken up. Plus, my career was just starting out at the time, and I was so busy that I didn't have time to think about it."

Gu Xiaojun instantly realized she shouldn't have put out that cigarette: "Later, perhaps because I hadn't been back to our old apartment for a long time, he found my workplace and caused a huge scene. He said I had changed, that I was giving him the silent treatment, that I didn't love him anymore... Anyway, there were many, many things. It was a really big fight back then, like jumping off a building, threatening suicide..."

Yu Qiuchi remained silent, unsure of what to say: "Do you regret it?"

"Do you regret breaking up or regret being together?" Gu Xiaojun asked back, but before Yu Qiuchi could answer, he said, "Neither."

"Actually, there was a better solution at the time. We were both wrong. We were both too stubborn and too arrogant and impulsive, which is why things got so ugly."

Yu Qiuchi's thinking is incredibly divergent. Although Gu Xiaojun didn't elaborate on some things, Yu Qiuchi could still glean some insights from just a few words.

Yu Qiuchi's voice broke the somber atmosphere. He waved the small balloon he had just bought from the stall and said cheerfully, "You have become who you are today through past experiences. People who date Junxiao in the future should be very happy."

Gu Xiaojun first looked at Yu Qiuchi quietly for a moment, then put his arm around Yu Qiuchi's neck and laughed heartily, "Okay, consider it a blessing!"

The two walked back to the studio entrance. Since Gu Xiaojun was driving today, he was responsible for taking Yu Qiuchi back.

"Go home or go back to the production crew? If you're going there, Song Yaozhuo will most likely be the only one there." Gu Xiaojun helped Yu Qiuchi open the back door of the car.

Just thinking about this gave Yu Qiuchi a headache. Gu Xiaojun knew how to handle things, but Yu Qiuchi felt powerless when it came to Song Yaozhuo.

"Back to the production team." Even so, Yu Qiuchi still answered.

"good."

Gu Xiaojun's studio wasn't far from the villa where the production team was located, and Yu Qiuchi arrived before she could even sort out her thoughts.

Yu Qiuchi saw Song Yaozhuo standing outside the villa through the car window, and felt a mix of emotions.

Gu Xiaojun turned around from the driver's seat, glanced outside, then looked at Yu Qiuchi in the back seat, whose eyes held a complex mix of emotions, and said, "Just follow your heart. You don't really need to feel guilty."

Yu Qiuchi took a deep breath and opened the car door: "Thank you, Brother Junxiao."

"Go ahead, he's still waiting for you there."

As Yu Qiuchi closed the car door and walked away from Song Yaozhuo, Gu Xiaojun looked down at the steering wheel with a sense of dejection.

I can still feel a slight, tingling pain where I have tattoos. Even though I pretend not to care, I'm still feeling uncomfortable inside.

Although he knew the chances were slim, Gu Xiaojun still took a risky move today, just wanting to give it a try.

Yu Qiuchi has no shortage of mentors, but based on observations of his interactions with Xie Tingsi and Yan Qing, he seems to prefer mature and stable individuals, and he desires a stable relationship.

But Gu Xiaojun knew very well that, in the end, it was all about the wrong person. Once the right person was found, all the initial criteria for choosing a partner would be broken.

Gu Xiaojun silently drove away.

"Brother Yu, what are we going to do?" Yu Qiuchi asked, somewhat puzzled. The director had told him to come back tonight, but what could they possibly do so late at night? Go to a bar and club? Well, that would only be the second half of the night.

"Going to sea".

"What?"

Yu Qiuchi was completely bewildered as he was packed up and placed on the private jet.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Song Yaozhuo asked, sensing the change in Yu Qiuchi's emotions.

"Brother Yu, you're not going to take me to some unknown place in the middle of the night to assassinate me, are you?" Yu Qiuchi blinked her peach blossom eyes and asked inquiringly.

Song Yaozhuo seemed to be amused by the lame joke, or perhaps he was charmed by Yu Qiuchi's appearance. He pinched Yu Qiuchi's neck, his expression inscrutable, and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "I like you so much that I can't bear to kill you, but I might take you to a deserted island and lock you up there."

He lowered his head to meet Yu Qiuchi's gaze and winked in the same way: "Then you cry out to heaven and earth in vain, every day..."

"Is it really that ruthless?"

“Yes, that’s how ruthless I am,” Song Yaozhuo said deliberately in a vicious tone.

Yu Qiuchi and Song Yaozhuo locked eyes, and a dazzling array of light rippled outwards: "Brother Yu, you're not actually that cold."

"Is that so?" Song Yaozhuo was silent for a moment, then asked in return.

"Yeah, you can joke around too!"

Song Yaozhuo looked at Yu Qiuchi's eyes, which were filled with light, looking at him calmly and with goodwill. He reached out and pinched her fair and pink cheek hard, and said coldly, "Oh, so that's it."

Yu Qiuchi didn't know that with just that one look, Song Yaozhuo's sense of guilt would be buried forever.

He had actually considered locking Yu Qiuchi up here forever.

Yu Qiuchi finally fell asleep, sleeping quite soundly, and didn't even know when she got off the plane.

When he woke up and looked around the room, he saw a carpet spread all over the floor and many cat-shaped pillows and plush toys. Yu Qiuchi thought that Song Yaozhuoxin was actually very soft-hearted, otherwise how could he be so childlike?

He opened the window and found that the sea was right across from him. He could feel the cool mist in the air, which was also a little salty.

He heard footsteps behind him, and a gentle force closed the window on his hand: "Awake? It's a bit cold outside. If you're curious, I'll take you downstairs to see."

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