Song Qingyou didn't speak, but Gu Bai could tell from her expression that she definitely knew.
Gu Bai leaned against the car, his long legs slightly bent, skipping over the question: "Why did you decide to come to Yalin Villa? Didn't you used to hate this place the most?"
He smirked. "Song Qingyou, sometimes I'm actually quite curious. You've watched him jump around in front of you for so many years without ever reacting. Don't you feel a sense of superiority having such a loyal, silly dog always circling around you?"
Gu Bai had wanted to say these things for a long time.
Gu Bai knew better than anyone how Fu Wenzhou had ruined himself over the past three years. From Gu Bai's perspective, he naturally wouldn't consider the hatred that Song Qingyou was carrying; he only cared about his brother.
A cold wind blew, and a few snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on Song Qingyou's shoulder.
It felt like a long time had passed, or perhaps only a few seconds had gone by.
Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes: "I don't hate this place, nor do I hate Fu Wenzhou. I didn't come because I didn't want him to suffer unnecessary criticism. I'm different from you. From the moment I was born, my life was planned out. My teacher said I only have five years left to live at most."
Her voice was soft and her words were slow: "Fu Wenzhou is different from you. You can change girlfriends and love people as you please. You can break up today and find someone new tomorrow. He can't. His world only has me, and only me left."
Gu Bai remained silent. He knew that Song Qingyou wasn't being narcissistic, but rather calmly stating the facts.
Song Qingyou continued, "If I die, have you ever thought about what will happen to him?"
Gu Bai was taken aback. He had never thought about this before. In his mind, people could live without anyone, and the earth wouldn't stop turning just because someone was missing.
But what about Fu Wenzhou?
He considered Song Qingyou his life, and loved her so much. What would he do if Song Qingyou died?
Gu Bai suddenly remembered that when Song Qingyou was seriously ill, he went to the deep mountains and forests to pray to Buddha, which caused him to suffer from hypothermia.
His brow furrowed deeply.
Song Qingyou gave a bitter smile: "Gu Bai, he's only 21 years old, and he'll only be 26 in five years. What do you want me to do for him then? Be with him? I want to ask you, do you think it's more painful to love someone you can't have, or to have them and then lose them, and be separated from them forever?"
Gu Bai was completely speechless.
Unrequited love may only lead to hatred, and hatred can sustain a person's life.
Having gained and then lost, and watching the person he loved most die before his eyes, Fu Wenzhou couldn't bear it.
Gu Bai opened his mouth, but the cold wind filled his throat, making his voice a little hoarse: "So now, why did you agree to be with him again?"
Song Qingyou smiled and asked, "Have you found Master Yunfang?"
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.
I didn't agree before because there was no hope, but I agreed later because I saw hope.
Even if the hope is extremely slim, she is willing to give it a try with Fu Wenzhou.
What if?
What if we find Master Yunfang?
What if there's still hope for her?
Gu Bai felt a mix of emotions. He hadn't meant anything by it, but he had kept these words bottled up for too long, and he couldn't get over it if he didn't say them. Now that he had, and Song Qingyou had explained, it was all over.
Looking at Song Qingyou's pale and fragile face, Gu Bai suddenly felt a little reluctant to tell her.
He was afraid that Fu Wenzhou would go crazy and wouldn't be able to handle it, so he wanted to communicate directly with Song Qingyou, but now, his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.
Seeing his expression, Song Qingyou's eyes darkened, and her voice was cold: "Didn't find him or is he dead?"
Gu Bai remained silent for a long time before speaking again. Whether it was because of the cold or something else, his throat was slightly bitter: "I found his tombstone."
Song Qingyou was a little stunned, her eyes filled with confusion. After a long time, her dark pupils slowly regained focus.
Oh, so God doesn't give her any special privileges after all.
It took Song Qingyou a long time to find her voice. It sounded a little cold, and her shoulders trembled slightly as she said, "Don't tell Fu Wenzhou."
"Okay." Gu Bai agreed. Before Song Qingyou went inside, he called her back: "Yun Fang's tombstone is overseas. I don't know who erected it. I just found out about it myself. I will go and take a look tomorrow."
Song Qingyou's spine stiffened slightly, her fingers tightened on the door, and she whispered, "Thank you."
"Youyou, it's been eleven minutes."
The door closed, and Gu Bai heard Fu Wenzhou's deep voice coming from inside, somewhat like a dog whining to its owner.
Gu Bai was slightly taken aback. He looked up at the gray sky and cursed under his breath, "Damn it, you better pray that Yun Fang isn't dead."
A cold wind blew past my ears, and clumps of snowflakes fell down, like countless pieces of torn cotton tumbling down from the sky.
Under this heavy and profound sky, the swirling winter snow seems to foreshadow the hope of spring coming next year.
Inside the house, Song Qingyou took off her coat and pushed Fu Wenzhou inside.
Song Chang was cooking in the kitchen, the maid was cleaning the room, and Zhouzhou was nestled in Fu Wenzhou's arms. Everything looked peaceful and beautiful.
A crack appeared in the window, and a biting north wind blew in, making Song Qingyou shiver.
Upon seeing this, Fu Wenzhou immediately steered his wheelchair towards the window to close it. Song Qingyou was one step ahead of him and closed the window.
"What did Gu Bai say to you?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice.
Song Qingyou pushed him, saying that he was immature and arrogant, had a bad temper, and was very clingy, and asked me to be more tolerant of him.
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
After a long silence, he finally managed to utter, "That's all?"
"Otherwise what?" Song Qingyou asked casually, "Fu Wenzhou, you really need to change these bad habits of yours."
Fu Wenzhou finally believed it, but then complained, "When I'm with you, you only call me by my name every day. Why don't you ever give me a nickname?"
Song Qingyou was taken aback: "What do you want to hear me call you?"
Seeing that there was room for negotiation, Fu Wenzhou immediately seized the opportunity: "I want to hear you call me baby." He remembered that Xu Zezhan's girlfriend called him that.
Song Qingyou chuckled, her cool and aloof brows relaxing as if all the snowmelt from the entire season had melted into her eyes.
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