Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Samuel was completely trained to be passionate and pure...

Surprisingly, Samuel neither broke down in hysterics nor burst into tears.

On the contrary, he was very calm.

"You said 'yes'."

Samuel repeated He Songfeng's words.

He Songfeng nodded slightly.

"You're saying 'I don't want to hear it', right?"

A self-deceiving sentence was read out fluently without stuttering or hoarseness.

Although the sentence ended with a question mark, Samuel didn't mean to ask He Songfeng. He moved domineeringly, his two hands folded neatly together, covering He Songfeng's lips.

On the one hand, it could prevent He Songfeng from continuing to speak, and on the other hand, Samuel could not see He Songfeng's swollen lips. He killed two birds with one stone. Samuel was very satisfied with his quick thinking.

Samuel's smile was forced, like a smile stitched together with needle and thread.

He Songfeng opened his lips slightly, exhaled, and said one word: "I..."

Samuel said sadly, "Don't bully me."

This gentle breath burned Samuel's palms and made them tremble. Every fine line on his palms carried He Songfeng's provocative malice, which penetrated into the bottom of his palms, roasting Samuel on the fire, making it difficult for him to do anything.

But just covering He Songfeng's lips with my hands would be deceiving myself.

With so much self-deception piled up on top of each other, Samuel's face turned gray and earthy, without a trace of blood, and his lips turned dark blue.

In the end, Samuel admitted it. He took a deep breath, slowly removed his hand from He Songfeng's lips, and immediately covered his face with it and took a deep breath.

A pair of wide-open, dark green eyes peeked out from between fingers that were folded together but wide apart.

He is a petty thief and very reserved.

Samuel's eyes were divided by fine flesh-colored lines, full of timidity and anxiety, and he was unable to face He Songfeng's harsh words.

The relationship between him and He Songfeng had long been worn down to a thin veil, and was in danger of collapse.

"Go ahead."

Samuel's voice trembled from his palms, "No matter how unpleasant it sounds, I will listen to you..."

In He Songfeng's eyes, Samuel looked like a dirty rat forced into a corner.

The mouse is well aware of the fact that he cannot escape. He has to face it but is powerless to do anything. So he has to deceive himself in such a ridiculous way, always waiting for death to come suddenly.

Samuel is such a tall and handsome man. His appearance and physique are very much like the marble sculptures of the Renaissance, hard and pale, which should also be solemn, sacred and inviolable.

People who come to see him always look up to him.

On weekdays, Samuel always behaved like a flamboyant peacock with its tail spread out. His large, self-escaping hands would only fall on He Songfeng's head, waist, and legs in the past, and he never tried to hide himself.

But at this moment he was just a scared and miserable mouse.

"…………Oh."

Although He Songfeng did not wait for the scene of Samuel's mental breakdown, this ridiculous look of distraught made He Songfeng satisfied.

"You look like a dog that has done something wrong." He Songfeng said.

Samuel blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.

He Songfeng raised his hands and gently covered Samuel's cheeks, forcing the other person's evasive face to look into each other's eyes.

Samuel's eyes were still peeking out from between his fingers, his pupils constricted and his eyes trembling. He was as young as a child, not daring to stare too hard at He Songfeng.

"How pitiful."

He Songfeng coaxed him.

Samuel's body suddenly fell towards He Songfeng.

He collapsed like the foundation of a high-rise building after an explosion, and fell straight into He Songfeng's arms.

This sudden blow made He Songfeng feel a little dizzy. After taking a while to catch his breath, he placed his palm on the back of the head of the silent man in his arms and stroked him gently, as if he was stroking a kitten or a puppy.

"Angel, don't listen to your uncle. Don't break up with me."

Samuel turned his head and kissed He Songfeng's neck. As he spoke, his warm breath sprayed on He Songfeng's neck like a spray, and the condensed water droplets were quickly wiped away by Samuel's cheek rubbing against it.

"Angel...no, don't break up with me. We want to be together forever."

Since He Songfeng said Samuel was like a dog, Samuel just whimpered like a dog.

"Angel...Angel, Angel, Angel..."

Although it was an imitation of a dog's coquettish humming, it was actually more like the sound of a violin beginner plucking the strings randomly, which was a bit irritating to the ears and extremely unpleasant.

He Songfeng didn't want to listen anymore.

"Um."

He Songfeng responded indifferently, and his hand patted the top of Samuel's head, grabbing his frizzy and spiky hair into clumps, turning him from a mouse into a hedgehog.

He Songfeng said, "Go and pour me a cup of hot milk."

Samuel went there obediently and tinkered with this and that in the kitchen.

He seemed very busy, but in fact he just took out the milk from the cupboard, put it in the microwave for three minutes, and then took out a towel to wipe the outside of the cup.

There was a jingle and clang of sounds, and his entire body, right down to his fingertips, was filled with the expression of excessive attentiveness.

When Samuel returned to the living room with hot milk, He Songfeng was curled up on the sofa.

He Songfeng’s favorite thing is the long sofa in this apartment. It is comfortable and spacious. He leans against it in the corner on the right, with his slender legs stretched straight and his body stretched naturally and relaxedly.

He Songfeng's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an email.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver milk, Samuel sneaked his rough head next to He Songfeng and glanced at He Songfeng's mobile phone screen out of the corner of his eye.

He Songfeng handed the screen to him without hesitation to prove his innocence.

Dear Mr. Angel, I hope this email finds you well.

[The content of this letter is to inform you that our company greatly admires your talents and would like to invite you to submit a curatorial proposal. The theme is not fixed, and the content is free to express your own ideas. We hope that you will be able to participate in our latest talent recruitment program.]

[This is the National Art Museum of San Myshuno.]

"Are you looking for a job?" Samuel was surprised and muttered, "Are you disappointed in me?"

He Songfeng did not answer his question. He took a quick look and found that there was a faint pink smudge on Samuel's gray-green face. The color hung at the corner of his mouth, as if there was bleeding in his mouth.

He Songfeng gave Samuel instructions:

"Put the hot milk on the table and give me the computer."

Samuel did as he was told.

With a clang sound, the milk was put aside and the MacPro was delivered to He Songfeng.

He Songfeng opened the MacPro screen with one hand and grabbed Samuel's sleeve with the other.

Samuel's waist and legs were bent at right angles. He stood in front of He Songfeng in an extremely awkward posture, looking at He Songfeng's hand on his arm in confusion.

While the PPT was loading, He Songfeng turned around, raised his hand, pinched the corner of Samuel's mouth, and said something caring:

"Why is it bleeding?"

Samuel's eyes suddenly widened and he blinked twice. The tall and handsome man suddenly became like a young boy in love, smiling shyly and innocently, with a pair of bright, elf-like eyes staring at He Songfeng infatuatedly.

"...I didn't lose my temper just now." Samuel said.

He Songfeng nodded in agreement.

Samuel stuck his tongue out of his mouth and let it hang on his lower lip, leaving the bloody hole on the tip of his tongue in front of He Songfeng. After making sure that He Songfeng had seen his pain, he put it back into his mouth.

"When I'm not talking, I bite my tongue to stop myself from being too impulsive, getting angry at you, or scaring you away."

The corners of He Songfeng's mouth rose slightly.

If Samuel wasn't a puppy, what was he? She even stuck her tongue out to show him.

The dog keenly noticed that He Songfeng's mood had improved, and immediately knelt down beside the sofa, holding the edge of the sofa with both hands, and rubbed its hedgehog-like rough hair against He Songfeng.

"Let's not break up, okay?"

Samuel spoke with a slight lisp, which softened his voice and attitude. It was not an aggressive questioning, but a humble plea.

"Okay? Okay? Okay?"

"Just say something, babe, and put me at ease, okay?"

"babe~bae~~~"

He Songfeng lowered his eyes and glanced at the giant hedgehog rubbing against him, but ignored it and went to deal with the copy he had prepared in advance. He quickly checked it, made the final polishing, and quickly sent it to the museum. At the same time, his hands flew flexibly on the keyboard, typing out a template-like greeting and thank-you email and sending it together.

Samuel was tactful enough not to disturb him anymore. He stayed beside He Songfeng, resting his head and hands on the edge of the sofa. He used his rough hair to push He Songfeng's body, deliberately making some small noises of restlessness.

He Songfeng's fingers tapped on the keyboard, producing soothing white noise.

Tick, tick.

The watch turns.

Outside the window was endless darkness, while inside was a brilliant yellow. Steaming milk hung in the air on the table, and in the kitchen not far away, the electric kettle gurgled and boiled.

The atmosphere created by He Songfeng's presence here alone is enough to make Samuel fall into an incurable obsession. He is obsessed with all the feelings that He Songfeng brings him, and also enjoys the anxiety of gains and losses.

He Songfeng's phone rang, abruptly breaking the moment of silence.

Samuel immediately pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

The other party first explained his origins, and when Samuel heard the word "museum", he felt relieved.

"Hello, Mr. Adrien."

He Songfeng replied.

Samuel's heart immediately rose again. Regardless of the fact that the calls between the two parties were still connected, he lowered his voice and asked in a hoarse voice: "Adrien is a lackey around my uncle. How come you are in contact with him?"

He Songfeng made a "hush" sound, and put his warm fingertips from tapping on the keyboard against Samuel's lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"Angel, it's like this. I just looked at your proposal. I think you would be a very suitable worker for the San Myshuno National Museum. I like you very much, but your proposal has a few flaws..."

He Songfeng frowned slightly, and the breath he snorted out blew into the telephone receiver without any concealment.

Adrien's tone didn't change, he was still smiling.

"Angel, please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean to embarrass you. The HR mailbox at this point is filled with applications from all over the world, and there are many who are better than you."

"On the contrary, I really want to help you. I think resubmitting your proposal after revision will greatly improve your chances of passing."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be so anxious to call you."

He Songfeng didn't answer in a hurry, but sneered silently.

Just as He Songfeng thought, as expected, Adrian's previous long string of words were all paving the way for the following sentence.

"So...is it convenient for you to come out and meet me now? I think face-to-face revisions will be more direct and efficient."

Adrian revealed his obscene thoughts to He Songfeng without any concealment.

He Songfeng laughed out loud and slowly let out a long breath from his throat.

Adrian really thought he was a dissolute naive bastard, and thought he could trick He Songfeng into bed with the little bit of power that slipped through his fingers.

In He Songfeng's blink of an eye, the hedgehog-headed guy in his peripheral vision was about to pierce his eyes.

Samuel's ears were almost sticking to He Songfeng's bones, and he was just about to snatch the phone and curse her as a stinky mistress.

Samuel's brow bones pressed deeply against the corners of his tightly wrinkled eyes, and his long, black eyelashes naturally formed a narrow, dull shadow, which painted his pupils a dark green.

His face was full of unhappiness, but He Songfeng didn't let him speak, so he endured it.

"Mr. Adrien, thank you very much for taking the time to help me revise the plan. I can feel your appreciation for me, and I'm very touched."

He Songfeng's fingertips rubbed Samuel's lips ambiguously, and he chatted with the man with ill intentions on the other end of the phone without changing his expression. Adrian on the other end of the phone was very happy and thought that he could really date a top beauty like He Songfeng tonight.

"Then I'll go drive now..."

Adrien was interrupted by He Songfeng's lament of regret when he was halfway through his words.

"I'm very sorry, but I don't think I can meet you. I think you should know the reason very well. I'm sorry I can't give you my address."

Adrien tutted, "He's the one who won't let me, right?"

He Songfeng glanced at Samuel and responded vaguely: "Yeah."

Dou Mingxu simply and roughly kidnapped He Songfeng in front of Adrian.

Naturally, when He Songfeng said such vague words, he would only understand that He Songfeng did not dare to disobey Dou Mingxu. This was consistent with the gentle and well-behaved personality that He Songfeng showed to the outside world. Adrian would not think that there was anything wrong with He Songfeng rejecting his invitation.

Even Adrien would be jealous.

"It's abominable! How could he treat you so rudely? If it were me, I wouldn't do this to you."

Adrien said sarcastically.

He Songfeng hummed twice, and now it was his turn to reveal his true purpose:

"How about this? We'll make the revisions over the phone tonight. When I officially become an intern at the San Myshuno National Museum, I'll definitely treat you to a nice meal. Just you and me."

Samuel's brows suddenly knitted together, and his whole body wrinkled as if he had bitten a sour lemon.

He Songfeng placed all four fingers on Samuel's forehead. He followed the loose hair along the hairline, inserted his fingers into the hairline, and moved it left and right, kneading it.

Taking advantage of the gap between Adrien's words, He Songfeng turned around and whispered to comfort him: "He is not as good as you, I look down on him."

After hearing He Songfeng say this, Samuel's expression barely improved.

A strange sense of victory came over me, sour yet slightly refreshing, like drinking sparkling lemon vinegar.

It's refreshing and sour, sour and refreshing, a little bit intoxicating.

Adrian was also a little confused by He Songfeng's "U and Me". He was so happy for a moment that he completely forgot his real dirty purpose and began to sincerely help He Songfeng modify the plan.

Adrian gave some suggestions on a few small points, including project positioning, target groups and design concepts.

"I took a quick look at the curatorial theme you submitted. You chose the witch hunts of medieval Europe, a very radical and interesting theme. The scope of this theme is naturally clear and precise: darkness, trial, persecution, and exploitation. This event itself is very interesting to talk about."

"Your plan is very good, but—"

Adrien changed the subject.

"You have a very obvious shortcoming: you don't know how to tell a story, or rather, you're never able to personally immerse yourself in the context of that era, to feel and narrate it. Your writing always describes from a condescending perspective, and you've removed yourself too completely, making it difficult for visitors to truly experience the content and emotions you're trying to express."

He Songfeng listened carefully.

But Samuel was not too happy about being neglected.

He tried to use his head to push the MacPro off He Songfeng's legs, but He Songfeng quickly put the MacPro back.

Samuel pushed it away again, and when He Songfeng tried to straighten himself this time, he immediately glared at him with a ferocious look.

He Songfeng smiled and took the MacPro away.

Samuel was finally able to occupy He Songfeng's lower abdomen. He contentedly pressed his cheek against He Songfeng's soft lower abdomen, used his ears to listen to the gurgling sound of water under his belly, and used his lips to kiss the inside of He Songfeng's wrist.

"Angel~"

He acted coquettishly, and his voice sounded like fluffing cotton.

"Shh, I'm in class." He Songfeng reminded quietly.

"Let's not break up, okay?"

Samuel took the opportunity to find He Songfeng to ask for an answer, with an evil attitude as if saying, "If you don't give me an answer, I will immediately yell and disrupt your plans."

He Songfeng had no choice but to nod, and at the same time said to Adrien on the other end of the phone: "You are right, thank you very much for your guidance."

Samuel kissed He Songfeng's lower abdomen, leaving a sticky saliva mark.

“…………”

Adrien was silent for a moment.

"You can go ahead."

He Songfeng knew that more hurtful words were about to be said, words that would definitely negate his entire plan.

Because that's what Ivander is like, and he's even more direct than Adrian.

When Professor Evander saw the students' work in the classroom, he didn't say anything, but just said, "You are creating garbage" or "You should retake the course."

Adrien sorted out his thoughts:

"Angel, your proposal is excellent overall, but your biggest mistake is that you didn't leverage your strengths. Your research and your concept are very mature, but they're too academic, losing their own unique characteristics. Simply put, your proposal may get straight A's in school, but in real-world work, it's too conservative and mediocre, and will always be just a backup plan."

"For a position where only one in ten thousand people are chosen, you shouldn't just try to be conservative and do your best. Instead, you should do your best to highlight your strengths so that those reviewing your proposal can immediately see your strengths and what sets you apart from others."

He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a complete denial.

The inability to stand out is He Songfeng's character flaw.

He still couldn't accept the He Songfeng of eighteen years ago in his heart, but he couldn't accept himself becoming Angel eighteen years later.

He has no ego.

He Songfeng is a hollow puppet with only a shell, so he is destined to be unable to immerse himself in the world view and tell a good story.

As for the features...

He Songfeng thought, isn’t his characteristic that he is particularly lustful?

Soon, He Songfeng's characteristics began to play a role, and Adrian vowed to him:

"Angel, you're already excellent. Don't worry too much. Everything is fine. I'll help you revise your proposal and I guarantee you'll pass."

"Promise?" He Songfeng didn't quite believe the man's promise.

Adrien shrugged and joked lightheartedly, "If I don't even have this little bit of power, then I might as well just quit, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha..." He Songfeng laughed with him, lowered his posture, and said softly: "Sir, you are so considerate."

He Songfeng's voice sounded like his warm hand across the receiver, caressing Adrian's ears and cheeks delicately and lightly.

On the other side that He Songfeng couldn't see, half of the man's face turned red, and soon the red spread across his entire face.

"I'm looking forward to my date with just you and me."

Adrien murmured.

He Songfeng said "hmm" and hung up immediately, leaving Adrian with an unreliable thought.

He Songfeng smiled, and said contemptuously to the black screen of the phone:

"I don't look forward to it."

Samuel saw that He Songfeng had hung up the phone, so he hurriedly pulled down He Songfeng's waistband.

He Songfeng didn't drive him away, but slowly expelled a breath that was stretched to infinity from his body.

He Songfeng threw his cell phone onto the table beside him, then put both hands on Samuel's hedgehog head, his palms deep into the hairline, grabbing the short, hard hedgehog hair, pushing it down, or pulling it up, like the joystick of a game console, and controlling it by him.

He Songfeng felt so comfortable that even his toes stretched out comfortably, and he let out a hot, satisfied breath from his nose.

Samuel, like a concubine who was once very favored but is now out of favor, asked plaintively, "Did you do it with anyone else today?"

He Songfeng answered truthfully: "Of course not. I studied in the classroom during the day and attended a dinner party at night, and then I came back to see you."

Samuel asked again, "What about Uncle Lambert?"

He was so persistent that he even stopped moving, determined to fight with Dou Mingxu to determine the winner.

"He's just like you. He misses me and wants me to love him." He Songfeng answered casually.

"So you chose me between me and him."

Samuel thought, he wins.

So he lowered his head and worked harder to serve He Songfeng.

Samuel's mouth felt stuffy and hot, like boiling water, burning his skin as if it was about to ulcerate.

The person was burned to ashes in a few seconds.

After burning a few more times, He Songfeng shook his head and refused to continue no matter what.

After putting both legs on his shoulders and putting a pillow behind his waist, He Songfeng reluctantly did it once, but only once, then He Songfeng waved his hand and said he was tired.

He Songfeng went to sleep, and Samuel got the chance to cover his face with He Songfeng's underwear and take deep breaths.

He wished he could tattoo He Songfeng's scent into his trachea like a brand, so that every breath would carry the scent of He Songfeng.

He lay in the bathtub where He Songfeng had lain, touched everything related to He Songfeng, and came several times.

When Samuel lay down on the bed, he stretched out his arms towards He Songfeng. The soft little man curled up into a ball, like a magnet, subconsciously wiggled into the warmer arms.

The more Samuel looked at He Songfeng's sleeping face, the more he liked him.

The size, position and even the angles of the eyes, mouth and nose are all too perfect.

He didn't look like he was born from a mammalian embryo, but rather like he was carved from expensive white jade by craftsmen for ten months before being put on display.

Delicate, translucent, with the tranquility and softness of a deity.

Samuel couldn't resist the urge to take a picture with his phone, so he did.

But he forgot to turn off the flash which was turned on by default. In the dark night, an extremely dazzling light flashed and pierced sharply into He Songfeng's thin eyelids.

The night suddenly turned into day for a moment, and then quickly fell into a deeper darkness.

He Songfeng woke up in extreme fear, without any transition from sleepiness to drowsiness.

He fell into a state of over-awakeness, and began to review the nightmares buried deep in his memory with a clear mind.

He Songfeng opened his empty eyes and his lips were stiffly open. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

His soul had been frightened and fled in all directions, leaving behind only a hollow body filled with fear.

"Angel...I'm sorry, I forgot you're afraid of cameras and flashes."

"sorry."

Samuel hugged He Songfeng tightly in his arms. He was also afraid. He was afraid that he could not keep He Songfeng.

His voice was slow and uneasy, flowing out from his throat:

"So, what happened to you in the past? Can you tell me about it? I want to help you."

“…………”

He Songfeng struggled to regain some sanity from the nightmare.

He looked at Samuel coldly for about half a minute, leaving a disgusted warning: "Stay away from me."

Samuel obediently let go of He Songfeng, keeping an arm's length between him and He Songfeng.

He was on this side of the bed, and He Songfeng was on the other side. The two of them were on opposite edges, teetering on the edge.

"I mean no harm, Angel..."

Samuel explained: "I just think you are so beautiful, I want to leave some memories."

"Give me the phone."

Samuel handed over the phone.

He Songfeng saw himself in the photo, which was frozen at the moment when he was most terrified, perfectly capturing his pale face, lifeless eyes, and lips that were screaming.

He felt that he was not good-looking at all. He Songfeng, who was curled up in the rental house, at the mercy of others, deceived and played with, was extremely ugly.

"There must be more than one. You just kept the cleanest-looking one for me to check."

He Songfeng assumed the worst of the other party, his voice trembling with a strong cry.

"I didn't, I only took this one!" Samuel swore to God.

He Songfeng still looked distrustful and looked at Samuel with excessive vigilance.

Samuel was somewhat helpless. He could only keep comforting her: "I don't know what happened in your past, but you are so perfect now, why don't you try to let go?"

…………

He Songfeng was stunned, and the tip of his nose felt sore and red.

He felt that what Samuel said made sense, but soon the intense pain washed away the thought like a huge wave.

He Songfeng's voice pierced through his throat sharply: "Who are you to lecture me? Are you worthy?!"

Samuel knew that if he stayed any longer, it would not help He Songfeng's sensitivity, and only he could understand He Songfeng's thoughts.

Samuel raised his hands high and walked away from He Songfeng, holding the pillow and saying, "I won't talk anymore. I'm going to sleep in the living room now. This place is for you. If you need any help, just call my name. I'm always on call. Yourmajesty."

After Samuel left, He Songfeng's body slumped in exhaustion.

He fell and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging in the air, unable to touch the ground. His hands hung down, dragging his upper body downwards powerlessly, his head sinking with it, like a gray, broken doll with no cotton in it.

The result of insufficient cotton filling is that the bag collapses on the bracket and falls down.

He Songfeng had to hold the edge of the bed tightly with both hands. The joints on the back of his hands were raised high, and his fingers were almost pinched into the mattress, as sharp as nails.

But the mattress is an inanimate object, and no matter how hard you squeeze it, the only one who will feel the pain is He Songfeng.

After being stretched to the limit, his body finally broke with a loud bang and fell forward heavily.

Fortunately, there was a carpet on the floor, so He Songfeng didn't fall too badly.

He Songfeng covered his face heavily with his hands, but did not cry. Instead, he used his ten fingers to constantly feel the facial features, each finger exploring the subtle changes in the skin and skeleton.

He is searching for his own sense of existence.

He touched himself, but it felt strange.

Does he originally look like this?

…………

Does this look belong to He Songfeng or Angel?

Or is he the "good boy" he was once called?

A voice quietly appeared beside his ear as he was exploring himself.

"You have to accept it, it's part of you."

"It's different, you are clean!"

He Songfeng covered his ears, and the sound ran into his head, buzzing.

"I am also a part of you, and we can't stay out of this."

The voice answered.

“Why don’t you try to accept yourself?”

"You can't run away from things whenever they happen. Men will chase you like crazy because you can't get them by running away, but you won't heal yourself by running away."

He Songfeng threatened helplessly: "I will smash the mirror tomorrow and leave you speechless."

The other party was surprised and asked him, "Are you looking in the mirror now?"

“…………”

He Songfeng had nothing to say.

He collapsed on the carpet, not making a sound for a long time, his eyes staring blankly at the pale ceiling, as if he was reading a wordless book, page after page, each page was empty and could not give He Songfeng the answer he wanted.

Samuel heard the noise in the room and rushed over. He found He Songfeng lying on the ground and quickly carried him back to the bed. This time he did not leave, but hugged He Songfeng tightly.

He had already made up his mind that no matter what He Songfeng said, he would hug He Songfeng tightly, hold him in his mouth, and not let go for a long time.

"I will never do that again, and I won't allow anyone else to do that. I will protect you well."

He Songfeng touched his lips and asked softly, "Am I really perfect?"

"Angel, you are perfect." Samuel answered devoutly.

Hearing this name, He Songfeng's heart suddenly lightened up, but soon fell heavily again.

That feeling was probably the contradiction of not being able to accept that he was Angel, nor that he was He Songfeng, as well as the confused feeling of floating and weightlessness.

A row of chaotic and dense black shadows appeared on the white wordless heavenly book. They were small characters like stars that were cast through the gaps between the leaves when a car passed by outside the window.

He Songfeng hates stars the most.

Stars are fleeting.

He Songfeng thought for a long time, so long that even Samuel, who had been stroking and patting him to comfort him, fell asleep, but he was still thinking.

It's time to let go.

It's just that he had put this matter off for too long, so long that it had fermented into a ball of rotten maggots coiled around his bones before he remembered to deal with it.

It's a little late and too painful, but we still have to learn to let go.

Otherwise, wouldn't that ex-boyfriend who had tortured him for half his life succeed in his conspiracy and successfully ruin his life?

He Songfeng looked at Samuel's sleeping face and tentatively stroked his cheek. After confirming that Samuel had fallen asleep, he sat up and without staying at the edge of the bed, he put on his pajamas and walked out quickly.

But in fact, the moment He Songfeng broke free from Samuel's arms, Samuel woke up in extreme anxiety.

In the dim light, he silently watched He Songfeng walk away from him step by step, until the slow and careful sound of the door opening and closing came from the living room.

Make sure He Songfeng has completely left the apartment.

Samuel clenched his hands into fists tightly, his eyes were red, and the red blood vessels climbed up unwillingly.

He remained extremely quiet throughout the entire process and just watched.

He couldn't think of how to keep him, as He Songfeng was already the wind that he could not keep.

What made him even more sad was that he could have monopolized this wind. He was the one who was most likely to be hand in hand with He Songfeng, you and me.

It was Samuel himself who, with his increasingly vile actions, corroded these "possibilities" bit by bit, turning them into a handful of ashes.

When the wind blows, the past is gone.

Just like now, He Songfeng left quietly and on his own initiative. Tracing back to the source, it was Samuel who pushed him out, and it was his fault that he couldn't stay.

This was the most painful thing for Samuel. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were about to break. Strong sour and bitter taste flowed back into his blood vessels, quickly corroding his limbs and bones.

He couldn't feel his breathing, couldn't sense his heartbeat, and even the gaps between his spine were filled with the bitter and sour resentment fermented by the stale rotten grains.

The saddest thing is not that it is impossible, but that it could have been.