Chapter 78 Leaving is my final blessing to you.

Watching Su Yueming finish his milk, Wang Yan slowly pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I'm already looking forward to tomorrow."

Su Yueming said this earnestly to Wang Yanru.

Wang Yan's wiping motion stiffened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

He didn't answer that question, but instead changed the subject, saying, "Come on, try some cherries."

"good."

Su Yueming obediently opened his mouth, and the sweet taste of cherries bloomed on his tongue.

At this moment, he was unaware that happiness was about to slip away from him, and he looked forward to tomorrow's surprise.

Wang Yan did not leave the bedroom. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, gazing tenderly at Su Yueming.

Su Yueming felt that his gaze was a bit strange, and opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but his eyelids were particularly heavy.

It felt as if a heavy weight was hanging from his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes.

"Su Yueming?"

Wang Yan called out to him softly, but there was no response.

He knew that Su Yueming was already asleep.

That dosage of medicine is enough for him to sleep until noon tomorrow.

He exhaled heavily, a breath trapped in his chest, causing his back to hunch slightly.

He forced himself to stay alert and, with trembling hands, reached out to unlock the handcuffs binding Su Yueming's hands and the chains around his ankles.

It wasn't a very complicated task, but when Wang Yan finished, sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Wang Yan raised his hand to wipe away the sweat, then leaned down towards Su Yueming, who was lying unconscious on the big bed, and touched the buttons on his chest with his fingers, unbuttoning them one by one.

His bare skin was exposed to the air, revealing his delicate collarbones and faintly visible abs, which Wang Yan could never get enough of looking at.

He forced himself to look away and told himself that he shouldn't be thinking about such nonsense right now.

They took off Su Yueming's pajamas and changed him into the clothes he was wearing when he came up.

When I arrived it was summer, but when I left it was already winter.

Wang Yan once again lamented how quickly time had passed, so quickly that he couldn't grasp or touch it.

Worried that Su Yueming would get cold, Wang Yan draped another down jacket over him.

Wang Yan took Su Yueming's phone from the bedside table drawer and stuffed it into his coat pocket without hesitation.

He planned to send Su Yueming away today.

No, we can't call it sending them away.

This is called letting Su Yueming go home.

He hoped that when Su Yueming woke up tomorrow, he would forget everything, not be afraid or panicked, and treat these four months as a dream.

Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled incessantly; let the dream end where it began.

The night was much colder than usual, so there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets.

The way Wang Yan supported Su Yueming as they walked forward wasn't too strange.

I slowly walked out of the residential area and hailed a taxi.

Wang Yan carefully helped Su Yueming into the car, and then got in himself.

"Let's go to the Arashiyama Villa."

Wang Yan told the driver the address.

"good."

The driver couldn't help but scrutinize Wang Yan's clothes and appearance through the rearview mirror; he didn't look like someone who would live in a villa in Lanshan at all.

After all, villas in Lanshan are extremely expensive, costing 100,000 yuan per square meter, and only the very wealthy and powerful can afford to live there.

The driver finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Are you really going to the Arashiyama Villa?"

Wang Yan's full attention was on Su Yueming, and he was unwilling to talk too much with the driver: "Yes."

The red light ahead turned on, and the vehicle slowly came to a stop.

"What's wrong with him?" The driver turned around and looked at Su Yueming.

"He's drunk."

Wang Yan gave a perfunctory reply and pulled down the baseball cap on Su Yueming's head.

"Alright."

Seeing that Wang Yan did not want to talk, the driver also stopped speaking.

The taxi drove up halfway up the mountain and finally stopped at the Lanshan Villa.

Wang Yan helped Su Yueming out of the car. Looking at the brightly lit villa, he was filled with emotion.

"Stop right there."

The security guard blocked Wang Yan's way, preventing him from entering: "Are you the homeowner or just a guest?"

"I'm seeing a friend off." Wang Yan pursed his lips. "He's the head of the household here, so I'm taking him home."

"who is he?"

The security guard stared warily at Wang Yan.

"Su Yueming".

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan had Weiwei lift Su Yueming's hat so that the security guard could see his face clearly.

"Oh, I understand."

The security guard immediately beamed: "Hurry up and go inside, don't catch a cold."

"Thanks."

Wang Yan walked into the villa area. Although it was night, it was no different from daytime.

The lights illuminate every corner, leaving no place for darkness to hide.

Following his memory, Wang Yan finally found Su Yueming's house. Standing at the gate, Wang Yan was at a loss again.

The door requires a fingerprint to unlock, but Su Yueming has ten fingers. Which finger does he have?

Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, then finally raised Su Yueming's left index finger and placed it on top to verify.

As soon as a voice rang out, the door opened.

Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

This was the first time Wang Yan had entered Su Yueming's home.

The interior design is simple and elegant, just like Su Yueming himself.

Walk around the coffee table and through the living room.

Wang Yan helped Su Yueming into the bedroom and then carefully placed him on the bed.

It has to be said that Su Yueming was really heavy; Wang Yan took a few seconds to catch his breath before he could stand up again.

The cold moonlight streamed in through the window, falling between the two of them, like an insurmountable chasm in this lifetime.

Wang Yan's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and his fingers, hanging at his sides, clenched slightly.

He did the right thing; he should have done it.

He couldn't keep Su Yueming locked up for life just for his own selfish desires.

Wang Yan moved again, helping Su Yueming take off his shoes and socks, and then covering him with a blanket.

"Just treat it as a dream."

Wang Yan murmured, tears welling in his eyes: "Forget about me."

Su Yueming would not answer him.

All I could hear was boundless silence.

Wang Yan originally wanted to say some words of blessing, but he suddenly realized that Su Yueming didn't need his blessing at all. His absence was the greatest blessing he could give Su Yueming.

Wang Yan forced himself to turn around and leave the bedroom, quickly walking out of the villa, reminding himself not to look back.

As he passed the security booth, the young security guard struck up a conversation with him: "Did you get it home?"

Wang Yan nodded quickly: "Mm."

"You're a friend of a big singer, you must be very talented. Could you please sign my autograph?"

Wang Yan looked at the security guard carefully. He looked quite young, and his face was full of recklessness and naivety. He must have just started working there a few days ago.

"You're mistaken, I'm just an ordinary person."