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Cloud Hotel.

Youxuan walked through the wedding scene where the crowd had dispersed, and finally stopped in front of the slightly messy lounge.

He smelled Cheng Ji's scent inside.

When he pushed open the door, a depressing atmosphere hit him in the face. Only a few faint lights were left in the room, shining on Cheng Ji's lonely figure.

Cheng Ji sat on the edge of a wrinkled tablecloth, with a barely perceptible trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and staring at the ground with empty eyes, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Mr. Cheng?"

Hearing the voice, Cheng Ji slowly raised his head, his eyes lingered on Youxuan for a moment, and then revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

"Why are you here? Shangguan Qing... is she here too?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart with difficulty.

You Xuan coughed lightly, his eyes flickered slightly, and he tried his best to make his tone sound natural.

"Mr. Cheng, I'm here to congratulate you on behalf of Sister Shangguan. She wanted to come in person, but she had something to deal with today, so I had to come to congratulate you. Are you okay?"

After saying that, he glanced at the dried blood at the corner of Cheng Ji's mouth inconspicuously, feeling a little worried.

After all, he liked Cheng Ji very much because he was really kind to Lord Shangguan.

When Cheng Ji heard this, a hint of imperceptible loss flashed across his eyes, but then he quickly regained his composure.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a self-deprecating smile, "It's okay, thank her for me, I appreciate her kindness."

There was a hint of desolation in his words, as if all the enthusiasm and expectations had dissipated in this cold lounge.

Youxuan felt awkward staying here, so he said quietly, "Then I'll leave first."

Cheng Ji said "hmm" with a hint of tiredness.

......

After leaving the hotel, Youxuan returned to Dengqing Antique Shop quietly.

He stepped forward lightly and reported in a low voice, "Sir, Cheng Ji has an injury on the corner of his mouth, and his face is very pale. It seems that all his strength has been drained out. Anyway, I don't think he is doing well."

When Shangguan Qing heard this, the teacup in his hand trembled slightly, and tiny ripples appeared in the tea.

She looked up at Youxuan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, both heartache and helplessness.

"It's not serious."

Although her voice was soft, the worry in her words was obvious.

You Xuan felt a little sorry for Cheng Ji and mustered up the courage to speak for him, "Sir, I think it's unfair for you to treat him like this. You wanted to get rid of the evil star in him, so you tried every way to get close to him. Now that you find out he's not the one you're looking for, you leave without even looking back."

He pouted, "What's the difference between you and a scumbag?"

Once an accusation is made, it can never be taken back.

Shangguan Qing also regretted provoking Cheng Ji.

He was a very good and sensitive man, and she gave him unconditional preference and made him trust her.

In the end, she cruelly pulled away.

But she had no choice.

Shangguan Qing slowly closed his lonely eyes, his face heavy, "The longer he stays with me, the harder it will be for him to accept the moment I walk onto the Naihe Bridge and enter the reincarnation and leave."

Time is like a whirlpool. At first, you are only around the whirlpool. If you want to get out, you just need to use a little effort. After a long time, you will be trapped in the middle of the whirlpool.

When you want to escape then, it will be too late.

The cost of silence will be so great that both of us cannot stand up.

Youxuan frowned, his eyes were full of confusion and determination, and his voice was a little stubborn: "My lord, I don't understand your human feelings. I only know that in this mortal world, if you really care about each other, you should go through it together, no matter the wind and rain.

You always say that you have a great responsibility, but in my opinion, the greatest responsibility is to live up to your sincerity. Have you ever had a moment of affection for him? If so, why can't you give him a chance, and give yourself a chance as well? "

Shangguan Qing simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to respond.

......

The night was as dark as ink, and the bar under the neon lights was bustling with people.

Amid the smoke, Cheng Ji sat alone in a corner of the bar, the wine glass tightly held in his hand seemed to be his only comfort.

The alcohol gradually numbed his nerves, but it could not erase the lingering loneliness in his heart.

The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

His empty eyes moved among the crowd until a familiar figure inadvertently came into his sight.

He saw a woman whose back looked strikingly like Shangguan Qing, and whose clothes and appearance were also similar.

The woman was talking to someone else, and the familiar temperament revealed in her every move made Cheng Ji's heart tremble suddenly.

He stared blankly, the wine glass in his hand shaking unconsciously, and a few drops of amber liquid splashed on the dark tablecloth, just like his messy mood at the moment.

The woman's laughter was clear and pleasant, but it was like a sharp blade, cutting through his already fragile defenses.

Cheng Ji stood up unconsciously, his feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and slowly approached the figure.

Cheng Ji's footsteps suddenly stopped when he was a few steps away from the woman, and the noise around him seemed to be cut off in an instant.

He stared at the profile that looked like Shangguan Qing, his heart filled with ups and downs.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and called softly, "Shangguan..."

Before the voice fell, the woman turned around. It was a strange face with a hint of doubt in her smile.

Cheng Ji suddenly realized his own gaffe and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I... got the wrong person."

There was a hint of embarrassment and self-mockery in his words, and his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red.

The woman responded politely and continued chatting and laughing with her friends.

Cheng Ji seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. He slowly retreated to the corner of the bar and picked up the wine glass again, but he could no longer find the courage and impulse he had just a moment ago.

Under the dim light, the woman's figure carried a gentleness that could not be ignored.

She walked through the bustling crowd in the bar, picked up a freshly mixed cocktail, and walked towards Cheng Ji.

Finally she sat in the seat next to him, with a smile on her face but a cold look in her eyes.

Exactly the same as Shangguan Qing.

She raised her glass, "How about making friends?"

Cheng Ji couldn't take his eyes off her, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart, as if time was flowing backwards at this moment.

Seeing that he was silent, the woman confidently and generously introduced herself.

"My name is Xu Muzhi, nice to meet you."