Yan Xi knew that he was going home and thought that Gu Qingmo lived quite close to here. But when she heard him give the address, she was shocked. It would take at least two hours by car.
When I think about it, he arrived at the set at 8 o'clock, so he must have gotten up at around 5 o'clock.
Can this body still bear it? Yan Xi looked at the thin-looking young man with suspicion.
The naked gaze was not concealed at all. A faint blush appeared on Gu Qingmo's face. He answered his question embarrassedly, "I have insomnia. I wake up after a short sleep anyway, so I might as well come early and be prepared."
"Insomnia?" Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, then thought of the conversation he heard at the hospital that day and asked directly, "That day at the hospital, I seemed to hear the doctor say that you have... a mental illness, right? Is it serious?"
Gu Qingmo pursed his lips hesitantly, his brows drooping, his thick, curled eyelashes trembling uneasily, his lips pale. "Well, I've had it since I was five. I've tried to see several doctors, but nothing worked. Now it's getting worse. I often can't sleep, and I can only rely on medication to maintain it. I don't know what to do anymore."
Yan Xi looked at him with heartache.
Gu Qingmo's miserable childhood was only briefly explained in the plot, but it already made him feel distressed. What's more, Gu Qingmo experienced it personally. I really don't know how he managed to hold on for so many years.
Yan Xi raised her head, hesitated in mid-air for a moment, and finally landed on his shoulder and patted it gently.
"It will definitely get better. If you trust me, you can talk to me. Maybe it will get better. Also, no matter what, even if you can't sleep, you should pay more attention to rest. If it really doesn't work, we can add WeChat. You can chat with me. You might even fall asleep while chatting."
The young man's voice was very soft and gentle, like a breeze at night, brushing across the heart and stirring up tiny ripples.
Gu Qingmo's eyes flickered slightly, and something danced in those dark, starry eyes. After a long silence, as if mustering up the courage, she looked up at him, "Yanxi, can I hug you?"
Yan Xi looked at his moist and slightly red eyes, leaned over and hugged him tightly without saying a word, "If you want to cry, just cry, don't suppress yourself too much."
Gu Qingmo rested his chin on his shoulder, smelling the fragrance on the young man's body, closed his eyes, and slightly curled his lips. The next moment, he responded with a heavy nasal voice: "Well, thank you."
When Yan Xi heard the crying in the voice, he felt even more distressed and sighed silently.
Such a good child was made into this state by his irresponsible mother.
Really, my fists are hard.
Gu Qingmo held her for a long time, so long that half an hour had passed, but he didn't move.
The assistant who was driving in front saw through the rearview mirror that the two were still hugging each other. He was puzzled at first, then his eyes glowed green and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, unable to suppress it.
But Gu Qingmo had been holding her for too long, and half of Yan Xi's body was numb. She couldn't help but say, "Qingmo, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
However, the only answer he got was the sound of soft breathing.
Yan Xi held her breath and was a little dumbfounded when she heard it. She gently pushed him away and took a look.
I saw the handsome young man sleeping with his eyes closed.
His gaze fell on the faint bruises under his eyes, and Yan Xi smiled helplessly. It seemed that insomnia could not overcome the limits of his body after all.
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