squeak……
The heavy curtains blocked out the light from outside, making the room dark and cold.
The air was filled with a desolate atmosphere, but there wasn't much of a musty smell, as Ning Feng would come and clean it from time to time.
Without turning on the lights, Ning Feng carried the bouquet into the darkness, gently closed the door, and once again made everything outside irrelevant to this place.
There was no one in the living room, so Ning Feng didn't rush to look for them. Instead, he replaced the dried bouquet in the vase with the gardenia he was holding and poured water on it.
As always.
"...You're back?"
Finally, Ning Feng's calm actions were met with a response, a hoarse voice coming from the room upstairs.
"It's you who's back. You're the one who's been gone for two years."
Answering casually, Ning Feng went straight to the second floor, knocked symbolically on the door, and then pushed it open.
The room was also dark, but it was perfectly clear to Ning Feng, who had night vision.
Jiang Wan lowered her head and curled up in the corner of her bed, clutching a photo album in her arms.
She didn't react to Ning Feng's intrusion, but simply asked in a low voice:
"...Don't you hate him?"
Ning Feng walked slowly to the bedside, looked down at her, and suddenly laughed.
In a gentle tone, he asked:
Whom do you hate?
"You said you hated me..."
Suddenly raising her head, Jiang Wan looked at Ning Feng and met his calm eyes.
Her eyes, clearly red from crying, still held a hint of sadness as she looked at Ning Feng, who was unusually calm, with a puzzled expression.
Why are you so calm?
His expression softened, and Ning Feng placed his hand on Jiang Wan's head, asking again:
"Tell me, who should I hate?"
Hate, that's not important.
More importantly...
Who are you looking at right now?
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