"And what about me?"
Fu Wenchen threw the flowers and gifts to the ground, grabbed Yun Jingze's shoulders, and looked at him with unwavering determination.
"sorry……"
Yun Jingze remained silent, preparing to remove Fu Wenchen's hand and leave.
"ah!"
Yun Jingze was in pain.
Fu Wenchen grabbed Yun Jingze's hands from behind and pinned him to the floor.
Yun Jingze began to struggle, kicking away the gifts at his feet and causing the cardboard to hit the red candle.
Flames began to spread across the cardboard.
"No, you can't leave! Why are you all leaving me?"
Fu Wenchen's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists and pounded the ground next to Yun Jingze.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't get what he wanted.
"Fu Wenchen, do you love me?"
The smell of burning paper began to spread in the air, reaching the noses of the two people.
Yun Jingze did not react; his face was terrifyingly indifferent.
He simply stroked Fu Wenchen's face, tracing it inch by inch.
She lightly brushed against his eyes, the tip of his nose, and his thin lips.
"I love you..."
"Fu Wenchen loves Yun Jingze!"
Fu Wenchen seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and kept expressing his love for Yun Jingze.
It was as if this would make him stay for her.
"Letting go is also a form of love..."
Yun Jingze's expression took on an inexplicable look of compassion, as if a high-ranking deity was comforting the world.
"No, letting go is not my love, Fu Wenchen's love!"
Fu Wenchen's emotions began to spiral out of control, and the increasingly strong smell of smoke in the air irritated his nasal cavity.
He gripped the shoulder of the person beneath him so tightly that it hurt Yun Jingze.
"If I chain you up and lock you up here, you won't leave, right?"
While struggling with his thoughts, Fu Wenchen suddenly thought of a solution. His frantic expression began to calm down as he gently tidied Yun Jingze's hair.
Looking into his dark eyes, Yun Jingze felt a chill creep into his heart.
But he can't back down yet, or he'll lose everything.
"Perhaps, now?"
Fu Wenchen moved his shoulders stiffly like a zombie, and began to unbutton Yun Jingze's clothes.
One by one...
As her clothes gradually came off, the snow-white body caused Fu Wenchen to lose his mind once again.
His eyes held an undisguised desire—a desire to plunder and demand.
"Fu Wenchen, don't let yourself regret this..."
"If you really do that, I will never forgive you..."
Yun Jingze blinked, and tears began to fall.
Resilient, helpless, and pitiful.
The gift box at my feet was burning fiercely, and the flames suddenly flared up.
Fu Wenchen looked into his eyes, his fingertips trembling. He wanted to cover Yun Jingze's eyes.
That way, his pain won't become a memory for the rest of his life.
But he couldn't do it...
He knows it, he can't forget it...
He sniffed and looked away from his already reddened eyes, not wanting Yun Jingze to see his vulnerable state.
He got up from Yun Jingze, straightened his disheveled clothes, and made himself look as if nothing had happened.
Finally, as if venting his anger, he forcefully kicked the burning gift aside.
He entered the study and slammed the door shut.
He isolated himself from the outside world so that no one would know what he was doing inside.
Yun Jingze supported himself on the ground and knelt on one knee for a while to gradually clear his dizzy head.
Only after they had fully recovered did they arrive in front of the gift box, which had turned into ashes.
Clean fingers carefully brushed away the dust, which was covered in a thick layer of gray-black color.
In the center of the ashes were several objects framed in glass.
Looking inside through the glass
It is a handwritten manuscript by a mathematician proving a theory.
Yun Jingze carefully brushed the dust off the glass and took the gift back to his room.
It was carefully wrapped in a box and placed in my suitcase.
He wanted to take it with him when he left.
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