Fu Wenzhou remained silent for a long time, then looked up, his expression sincere to the point of being pitiful. He loved Song Qingyou so much. He loved everything about her. He loved how she looked standing under the tree in a white dress, pure and ethereal like a fairy descended from heaven. He loved how she stood in front of him as a child, shielding him from malice. He loved the favoritism she showed him. He loved kissing her, hugging her, and he loved every little thing she did.
He loved it so much that it was more important than his own life.
So how should it be changed?
He can't change it.
Song Qingyou stood under the light, her face so beautiful it seemed unreal, making it hard to see clearly, her eyes shimmering with fragmented light.
In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the dead of night when the rain was pouring down. That night, she stood under the streetlights, just like now, indistinct and shadowy, as if separated from him by a galaxy.
It's right in front of me, but I can't reach it no matter how hard I try.
Fu Wenzhou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, overwhelmed by a wave of panic, and his eyes turned crimson.
So, you don't want me anymore?
But as she spoke, her panic automatically turned into anger: "Just because of this, you want to break up with me? Even if I change, it will take time, right? You won't even give me that much time, so how do you know I can't change? What happened today was my fault, I was wrong, okay? I will change in the future."
He practically gritted his teeth as he said the last few words.
"Youyou, you can't sentence me to death over something like this."
Song Qingyou watched quietly as Fu Wenzhou vented his anxiety, then slowly raised her hand and stroked his earlobe: "Did I say I wanted to break up with you?"
Fu Wenzhou's anger and panic vanished in an instant, his eyes widening in surprise and even confusion: "You...you're not breaking up with me?"
Song Qingyou looked at him, finally sighed softly, and slowly squatted down in front of him, tilting her head slightly, her fingertips moving slowly from her earlobe to his profile.
"Fu Wenzhou, am I that unsettling to you?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her face.
Song Qingyou gently rubbed his nose with her thumb: "You don't need to lower your stance just because you're afraid I'll get angry or unhappy. In a relationship, men and women should be equal. You have the right to be jealous and to get angry."
Her features were exquisite, and her eyelashes were glistening with water droplets, reflecting the lamplight like the morning dew at the first light of dawn.
Her tone was soft yet powerful: “You don’t need to worry that I will fall in love with someone else or break up with you for other reasons. Starting a relationship is not something to be taken lightly. My promise to you means that I will be loyal, trusting, and dependent on you at the same time.”
She said, word by word, "What happened today was my fault. I didn't pay attention to my boyfriend's feelings, so of course you have the right to be angry. Why are you apologizing to me?"
Fu Wenzhou felt a pang of sadness in his heart, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and deep affection, his gaze fixed intently on Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou curved her lips into a smile, stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's thin lips, then said gently with a smile, "Can my boyfriend accept my apology? I promise I won't hug other men again next time."
Fu Wenzhou stared at her blankly, his eyes seemingly brimming with some kind of uncontrollable emotion.
It felt as if a fire was burning inside him, urging him to ignite.
His breathing grew heavier, punctuated by heavy panting, and he lowered his head to deepen the fleeting kiss he had just shared.
The man's kisses moved from her lips to her chin, then to the back of her neck, where he repeatedly nibbled and nibbled. Each kiss brought a gentle nibble, and a blush, like a flower, bloomed on Song Qingyou's fair skin.
Fu Wenzhou buried his face in her neck, his breathing becoming erratic, his voice deep and hoarse, as if he were trying his best to suppress something: "Sister, I love you, I love you so much..."
Song Qingyou felt a damp heat in her earlobes and let out a muffled groan.
Fu Wenzhou finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her slender, fair neck with one hand, bent down, and kissed her lips again, fiercely and unrestrainedly, and then gradually went too far.
When the kiss ended, both of them were panting.
Song Qingyou almost couldn't breathe. As soon as Fu Wenzhou let go of her hand, she coughed repeatedly.
Fu Wenzhou was quite frightened and hurriedly went to find medicine and warm water. After Song Qingyou took the medicine and calmed down a bit, he looked at her with annoyance: "I will be more careful in the future."
Song Qingyou coughed twice more, and seeing the man's dark and handsome face, she couldn't help but laugh: "It's because I'm not feeling well, why are you blaming yourself?"
If anyone should blame themselves, it's her.
Her frail body not only couldn't even kiss for a long time, but even when they did *that*, Fu Wenzhou had to slow down, afraid of hurting her.
In this respect, he has actually done a very good job.
It's her own body that's letting her down.
Fu Wenzhou, with a sullen face, silently carried her to the bed and embraced her from behind.
He waited until the person in his arms was breathing evenly before slowly getting up and walking to the living room balcony.
A beam of moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees beside him, outlining the contours of his face. Fu Wenzhou took out a cigarette and slowly lit it, thin white smoke slowly escaping from between his thin lips. He raised his hand and dialed a number.
Gu Bai had just lain down when he received a call from Fu Wenzhou, whose tone was full of helplessness: "Damn it, isn't it a shame to disturb someone's sleep so late at night?"
Fu Wenzhou's face remained expressionless, his tone cold: "How's the search for Master Yunfang going?"
Gu Bai was taken aback. "I couldn't find him. There's no news about him in the black market either."
Fu Wenzhou said with a stern face, "What era are we living in? Is it fucking hard to find a living person?"
Gu Bai lit a cigarette: "You make it sound so easy. The world is so big, where would you even begin to look? Besides, Master Yun Fang has been missing for so long, we don't even know if he's dead or alive, maybe..."
He didn't dare continue, wondering what might have happened.
Gu Bai even used his connections in the black market, but still couldn't find Yun Fang. If he were alive, there should have been some news by now after all this time.
Fu Wenzhou, a cigarette dangling from his fingertips, stood under the warm light of the balcony, surrounded by towering buildings and brightly lit homes. The cold wind whipped his black hair, revealing his smooth forehead, and his clothes were filled with its chill.
As night fell, he slowly stubbed out his cigarette. "Keep searching, until you find it."
After hanging up the phone, he stood in the cold wind for a long time until the smell of smoke on his body dissipated before he went back inside, embraced Song Qingyou, and slowly closed his eyes.
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