Jian Zhou was very dedicated as the companion.

During the day, in the snow, he patiently helped her up after she fell, even when she fell again, despite Chu Wuyang's consistently sullen face.

He maintained a gentle smile throughout, without uttering a single complaint.

Even when she was so cold that she shivered and pulled her hands away, he silently took off his gloves and put them on her.

That evening, she said she wanted to have a drink, so he quietly followed her to the hotel bar area and ordered the mildest sweet wine, afraid that she would get drunk or unhappy.

"I'll drink as much as you want,"

Jian Zhou sat opposite her, the atmosphere ambiguous with wine and women, the lamplight flickering. He rested his chin on his hand, staring at her, his voice low and soft.

"But you have to promise me you won't frown."

Chu Wuyang didn't answer, but just took another sip.

One cup after another, in the dappled light...

Her gaze began to unfocus, and through her hazy eyes she looked at the face so close to hers.

Suddenly, another figure appeared before my eyes.

Eyes like underwater reefs, lips with a habitually silent line, and a hint of coolness in the brow bone.

picture,

They look so alike!

Her fingertips gently touched Jian Zhou's face.

It was as if they were trying to confirm something, or perhaps chasing after a nightmare.

Jian Zhou paused for a moment, but did not back down. He simply lowered his head obediently, his eyes and brows as docile as a tamed young animal.

"elder sister……"

He called out softly, his voice low but filled with restraint.

Chu Wuyang closed her eyes, and at that moment she didn't even know whose shadow she was kissing.

But the next second—

"Chu Wuyang!!"

A low, angry growl suddenly cleaved through all the sounds in the bar.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly opened her eyes and turned her head.

Yang Jinchu stood there, his face extremely gloomy, his eyes filled with the suppressed tension before a storm.

Jian Zhou kept his head down, his eyes gentle and harmless, yet he stood silently in front of Chu Wuyang.

The air suddenly felt heavy.

Yang Jinchu approached, his steps steady, without getting angry or questioning anyone.

Just looking at Jian Zhou,

"Sir, could you give us some space?"

Jian Zhou paused, then looked up—he wasn't afraid of Yang Jinchu, and there was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

But Yang Jinchu still smiled, his voice as steady as the wind sweeping across a lake.

“I brought her here, I will take care of her.”

That statement was both an explanation and a declaration of sovereignty.

Jian Zhou tactfully withdrew his gaze and nodded to Chu Wuyang.

"Sister, I'll be waiting for you outside."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back view clean and without a trace of emotion.

Yang Jin stood still, looking at Chu Wuyang.

She was still sitting on the bar stool, her hair slightly disheveled, the redness around her eyes still lingering, and she seemed enveloped in the smell of alcohol.

She looked as if she had been destroyed—even though she still stood tall, without a trace of pleading or regret.

Are you drunk?

Yang Jinchu spoke in a very light tone, as if he were stating something that had been peaceful and uneventful.

Chu Wuyang didn't answer, but lowered her eyes and pushed the wine glass in her hand away a little.

Yang Jinchu's gaze lingered on her face for a long time.

It was a deep-seated pain, like still water after a thunderstorm, where the surface appears calm, but beneath it surges and churns.

"Yangyang"

He called her name, his voice even softer than the wine.

You weren't like this before.

Chu Wuyang seemed finally forced to raise her eyes by those words, her gaze trembling slightly.

"So what kind of person do you think I should be?"

Yang Jinchu did not answer immediately.

He just looked at her for a long while before slowly whispering,

"At least it's not about sitting in a bar... looking for a cheap alternative."

The air felt as if it were nailed shut.

Chu Wuyang was stunned, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

A heartbreaking sorrow welled up in Yang Jinchu's eyes in an instant.

But he still smiled, a smile so gentle it almost softened one's heart.

"I allow you to be depraved, but don't be so cheap."

After he finished speaking, he gently took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, then, amidst the surprised looks of the crowd, picked her up and carried her away.

Chu Wuyang was awakened by a sudden splash of cold water.

The icy showerhead pounded directly on my head, soaking my clothes. Water droplets slid down my hair and eyelashes, hitting my face and chest.

My consciousness suddenly returned, like a drowning person being pulled out of a lake.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked up, and saw Yang Jinchu standing outside the bathtub, his hand still pressing the showerhead switch.

She was like a tightly clenched bow; elegance remained, but restraint had already been torn apart.

Her voice was hoarse as she tried to sit up.

"you……"

"Don't speak."

He looked down at her, his tone as cold as thin ice on a winter night.

"If you say just one word now, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

Chu Wuyang was stunned.

He never does that.

From the time they met until now, he has always spoken calmly and tactfully, even hiding his disappointment with composure.

But now, he was genuinely angry.

Yang Jinchu released the showerhead, lowered his eyes to stare at her disheveled, soaked appearance, and suddenly raised his voice with a cold laugh.

"Are you blaming me for chasing that duck away?"

One sentence struck her like a thunderbolt.

She had never heard Yang Jinchu say such undignified things before.

He has always been the kind of person who is gentle and refined, whose words are always neat and proper, and who even expresses his emotions with great care.

Chu Wuyang raised her head, a hint of shock in her eyes.

Are you angry?

Yang Jinchu didn't respond to her words, but just stared at her, his eyes filled with deep disappointment and restrained anger.

Shouldn't he be angry?

In her heart, was he not even as good as a duck?

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