"Shunlai Guesthouse Room 203."
Yu Xiangyang didn't even eat and went out on his bike.
In late November, the days were already very short, and when Yu Xiangyang arrived at the guesthouse, it was completely dark.
He went straight to the door of Room 203 on the second floor and knocked.
After a while, I saw that familiar face that seemed a little strange.
"Yu Xiangyang, come in." Wen Qiuning moved aside to let Yu Xiangyang in.
"No, let's talk outside."
It's not a good idea for a man and a woman to be in the same room alone at night.
Wen Qiuning said, "Okay, wait for me to get the key."
Wen Qiuning turned around and went back to her room to pack up, then she carried a bag and walked to the door. "Let's go."
Yu Xiangyang looked at her face and finally realized what was wrong.
"What happened to your eyes and eyebrows?" he asked.
Wen Qiuning touched his eyebrows with an unnatural expression and said, "It was burned by fire. I painted it myself."
Yu Xiangyang: “···” The painting is a bit ugly.
The two walked out of the guesthouse and onto the street lit by street lights.
Yu Xiangyang said, "Wen Qiuning, I need to explain to you what happened between me and Xia Qingyun."
Wen Qiuning knew the whole story of the incident and also knew that Yu Xiangyang had visited her at the guesthouse more than once.
Wen Qiuning smiled with mixed feelings, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive at the time."
Yu Xiangyang finally explained what he had been holding back for more than half a year, and he felt relieved.
Yu Xiangyang said, "Even if you want to sentence me to death, you should give me a chance to explain. I have many shortcomings, but I dare to take responsibility for them! I told you before that you can always trust me!"
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