Chapter 417: Things from Long Ago]

Ye Qingyue hates alcohol.

To be more precise, she hates drunk people.

None of the memories related to those drunks are good.

Whether it was when Ye Yong used the excuse of being drunk to beat her mother and even her wantonly when she was a child. Or

when she grew up, she was forced to drink by those drunk guys when she was socializing with others.

This made her extremely disgusted with those drunks who used alcohol as an excuse to tear off their human skin and rationality, like animals.

It always evokes those dark pictures in her memory.

Looking at Huo Qingchi, who was looking at her with a red face and hostility between his eyebrows.

Deep in Ye Qingyue's mind, memories of men cursing, roaring, smashing various objects, and children crying all came rushing in, making her breathless and almost unable to stand.

She quickly held onto the door frame, staring at Huo Qingchi in a daze.

Huo Qingchi was also looking at her.

It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but Huo Qingchi felt that they had been separated for a long, long time. It

was so long that when he saw Ye Qingyue again, Huo Qingchi thought he was dazzled. He blinked, and the coldness and hardness on his face due to the displeasure of the class reunion and the pain disappeared instantly, replaced by a bit of uncertainty and caution.

He called softly: "Qingyue?"

Huo Qingchi was really scared. Everything in front of him was an illusion caused by his excessive longing for Ye Qingyue.

Ye Qingyue looked at him without saying a word.

However, when he met Huo Qingchi's cautious eyes, the noisy voices in his mind seemed to quiet down at this moment.

"Qingyue?"

Huo Qingchi saw that Ye Qingyue was motionless and silent, and thought it was really an illusion.

But he still had some expectations in his heart.

He really didn't want this to be an illusion.

Huo Qingchi said softly: "Qingyue."

He drank too much and didn't have the strength to get up. He simply leaned on the edge of the chair and opened his arms, "Can you hug me?"

Huo Qingchi's voice became softer, revealing a bit of grievance: "You haven't hugged me for a long time."

He was like a puppy caught in the rain, with wet eyes, looking at the kind-hearted people passing by with umbrellas, eager to be taken back to a warm home by the other party.

Ye Qingyue looked at him like this, her nose was sour, and her legs, which were still trembling, stepped over the threshold.

She first staggered and took small steps, then quickened her pace, and stumbled towards Huo Qingchi.

Ye Qingyue threw herself into Huo Qingchi's arms, and the suppressed emotions burst out at this moment. She buried her head in Huo Qingchi's chest and sobbed.

Through her shirt, Huo Qingchi only felt a wetness there, with warmth.

He immediately confirmed that this was not an illusion, Ye Qingyue really came!

Huo Qingchi carefully held Ye Qingyue in his arms as if she were a treasure, and wrapped her in a thin blanket to prevent her from catching a cold on the ground.

He did not ask her why she was crying, nor did he tell her not to cry. Huo Qingchi just hugged Ye Qingyue and stroked her back with one hand, as if he was soothing her emotions that were about to collapse.

At this moment, Huo Qingchi thought that Qingyue had lost weight again.

Because they were hugging each other tightly, he could be sure that the thin person could now feel the outline of the bones on his back.

Huo Qingchi hugged Ye Qingyue tightly with heartache, as if doing so could transfer some of Ye Qingyue's sadness to his body and help Ye Qingyue share this collapse.

Ye Qingyue cried for a long time, and the lonely and cold night was a little wet.

Maybe she was tired of crying, or she vented her emotions, Ye Qingyue sniffed, twitched, couldn't speak, and had a little hiccups.

Huo Qingchi picked her up and put her on a chair, then got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to boil some hot water for her to drink.

But when he just got up halfway, he was pulled back by Ye Qingyue.

"Where are you going?" Ye Qingyue's voice was hoarse. After saying just four words, she burped again.

Huo Qingchi did not laugh. He felt even more distressed. It was the first time he saw Ye Qingyue so uneasy.

"Let me boil some hot water for you."

Huo Qingchi took out a handkerchief, bent down and wiped the tears on Ye Qingyue's face, so that the tears would not dry on her face and make her uncomfortable.

"No need." Ye Qingyue shook her head.

Huo Qingchi saw that she was still burping, but she didn't let him go to boil water. After thinking for a while, he said, "Go together?"

Ye Qingyue was silent for a moment, nodded, "Yeah."

Thanks to Ye Qingyue who followed him to the kitchen, Huo Qingchi drank too much and walked unsteadily. His hands were shaking when he fetched water.

After Ye Qingyue helped, the two sat next to each other beside the charcoal stove.

The hiccups were too uncomfortable, so Ye Qingyue simply drank some leftover boiled water in the kitchen, and finally felt better.

Huo Qingchi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In this case, why did he and Ye Qingyue have to work so hard to light a fire and boil water?

After Ye Qingyue put down the cup of water and walked over, Huo Qingchi patted his legs and motioned Ye Qingyue to sit in his arms.

When doing this, Huo Qingchi was still a little uneasy.

Ye Qingyue had been avoiding him recently. Although he hugged him for a long time just now, seeing that Ye Qingyue had calmed down now, he didn't know whether she was still willing to be close to him.

While Huo Qingchi was daydreaming, his arms softened.

A soft and warm body slipped into his arms and wrapped around his waist.

Huo Qingchi couldn't help but hug Ye Qingyue tightly and stroked her soft long hair.

The familiar smell made Huo Qingchi feel at ease, and all the previous worries were swept away.

"Sorry."

Ye Qingyue probably noticed something and whispered, "Recently... I'm a little bit wrong."

"Yeah."

Huo Qingchi nodded, "I know."

He had been waiting for Ye Qingyue to calm down and tell him.

This process was very difficult and scary.

But now listening to Ye Qingyue talking, Huo Qingchi felt that the wait was worth it.

"I will graduate in half a year. We agreed to get married after I graduate. Everyone around us knows it."

Ye Qingyue said slowly, "So recently, people always ask me about this. Some told me not to send them invitations to weddings, and many taught me how to manage my husband, and some..."

At this point, Ye Qingyue paused, and then said, "Some people also asked me, I am so busy now, what should I do after getting married?"

Huo Qingchi's heart tightened when he heard this. He was only urged to send invitations or how to make his wife listen to him, but he had never been asked, "You are so busy, what should I do after getting married?" And

he heard this question tonight. It

was Ding Zhun who mentioned it. He asked Ye Qingyue this question.

Even Ding Zhun, who was not familiar with Ye Qingyue at all, could ask such a question casually, not to mention other people.

How many people have said the same thing to Ye Qingyue in an unknown time?

"They always ask me, you and I are both busy, who will take care of the house after marriage? What if we have children? Who will take care of the children? Who will teach the children... There is no way to balance career and children, someone has to sacrifice, and the words are implying that the sacrifice is me, and it must be me."

Ye Qingyue murmured: "I am always asked this question, and I feel pressured unconsciously."

Huo Qingchi asked: "Is this the reason why you have been avoiding me recently?"

Ye Qingyue shook her head and said: "Although I don't like the topic of others tacitly accepting the female protagonist, the real pressure on me is not these things, but longer..."

"Longer time ago."