Sakura Martini
The issue has been raised repeatedly.
Bai Luo's gaze was fixed in a line. The coldness of Rain City only made the tears in her eyes burn even hotter.
This city is too good at raining, just like people are too good at hiding their tears.
"Maybe."
An ambiguous answer.
One is a war correspondent and the other is an undercover police officer.
Are we really going the same way?
The two extend in parallel rather than intersecting.
So, different paths.
But it gave him a glimmer of hope. A 50% probability.
Bo Xi's cold eyes were blazing, hiding an unknown passion.
“But I feel like we’ve been on the same path.”
The words were bitter. They were clearly two people on different paths, but they had to forcibly split their hearts in two.
One petal for her, one petal for myself.
Bai Luo's aching eyes and sour heart were soaked and drowned by the rain as if they were weightless.
There are many things in this world.
Who remains consistent?
But she firmly believed that Bo Yi was the only exception.
Because he is a very good young man.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
After sniffing, she realized that the person pinching her jaw was only wrapped in a bath towel.
It's not that I've seen him naked before, it's just the first time I've seen him up close.
The moonlight was bright. Three words came to Bai Luo's mind.
Thin muscles. Dog waist. Shark lines.
Wild and sexy. Supermodel figure.
He swallowed silently. When he looked up, he fell into a pair of black and white eyes, fierce and cold.
"You can touch it."
The shadows in her eyes were tinged with lust. Her throat was raw and aching. She was alluring and entangled.
“It’s free.”
The tail of his eyebrows is raised and his pronunciation is very bad.
“…”
The air was damp and thin, and a sense of oppression weighed heavily on Bai Luo's breathing.
The dim tungsten light bulb on the ceiling swayed. Someone was deliberately holding her wrist, slowly leading her into committing a crime.
Darkness amplifies all senses. I can't tell which heartbeat is the master, only that two hearts are invading each other.
Bai Luo's palms were damp, and the hot and wet touch was like an electric current, spreading from his fingertips to his heart.
Want to escape.
The next second, someone grabbed her waist. The hand on her waist seemed to be imprisoning, but also teasing.
"Are you scared?"
The stars faded into the night sky, and Bo Yi's voice was filled with an extreme hoarseness.
"When did you become so cowardly?"
Greed is like a shadow, the more you try to cover it up, the more obvious it becomes.
Oh shit.
The more restrained you are, the more out of control you become.
“…”
It's not that I'm afraid, it's just too ambiguous.
"When did you get the tattoo?"
Her slender fingers unconsciously touched the letters on his heart.
"BL"
The more tempting something is, the harder it is to resist.
Is it his white moonlight?
The words came out of his mouth based on his conjecture.
"Do you have a white moonlight?"
It just happened to coincide with the sound of a crisp bell.
Bai Luo's cell phone.
It’s so late, I don’t know who is calling.
Perhaps because she was afraid that the answer would hurt her heart, or because she was afraid of creating ambiguity, she ran away.
"I'm going to answer a phone call."
The sound of rain trickled down. Bai Luo chose the open-air balcony to answer the phone.
It is Chang Liu.
Calling at this time must be something important.
The wind blew away the heat from my ears. The man on the other end of the line spoke first.
"Were you followed tonight?"
Get straight to the point.
"How do you know?"
The problem comes from an odd source.
How did he know?
Is it secret surveillance, or is there something else going on?
Chang Liu was silent for a moment, his breathing becoming stagnant.
"My people noticed something unusual."
"Xiao Zhaozhao, you are in a very dangerous situation now. You must be vigilant."
"good."
Bai Luo's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly. She knew a thing or two about Chang Liu's abilities.
His "person"?
Is it a bodyguard, or some other force?
Even though doubts arose in my heart, I didn't question them further. Perhaps some answers didn't need to be known so urgently.
In this dangerous game of chess, she has to both break the game and prevent it.
I hung up the phone. All I could see was the infinitely saturated green of rain.
My thoughts were once again captured by the face of tonight's stalker. The familiar outline of the woman's calm eyes lingered in my mind.
A flash of cold pink lightning flashed for a moment, searing my retinas.
My fingertip reflexively unlocked my phone, attempting to log into the school forum. The next second, the screen went black. It was completely frozen.
Resigned to his fate, he returned to the bedroom to get his computer, and bumped into Bo Qi, who was wearing a T-shirt.
She was about to leave but wasn't yet, her gaze fixed on the tattoo on the boy's chest that was hooked onto his clothes.
Let’s not ask anymore.
She had already sensed Bo Xi's love for her, and she wondered if the tattoo was really for his white moonlight.
Wouldn't that just bring trouble to yourself?
"Did you finish the fight?"
The rental house was still shrouded in the darkness of the power outage. Outside the window, the flash of a truck's headlights darted down the avenue, illuminating the outer corners of the eyes of the boy in a sleeveless black T-shirt.
Flushed and moist.
Bai Luo withdrew his gaze from Luo Ji's tattoo and instead locked eyes with him.
His eyes were like cold mist tempered by ice.
Unfathomable.
"I'm done. I'm going to check something on the computer. It's late. You should get some rest first."
Bo Yu's eyes, filled with world-weariness and a layer of gloom, followed the girl's back as she took her computer, closed the door, and left.
She is the variable outside his destiny.
Then what is he besides his mother's fortune?
She doesn't want him anymore, and when she hears that he's not doing well, she speaks coldly to him.
Just now when I went back to the bedroom to change clothes, my mother's WeChat message came without any warning.
[Your sister said you've been living in a rented house. Don't think I'll bring you to my side just because you're torturing yourself like this.]
[Living alone, can't you take care of yourself? Did I spoil you in the past?]
The light from the screen reflected on his sickly pale face, which looked like an absurd verdict.
It was as if he was born with sin and there was no forgiveness.
Living alone in a rental house is just a way of survival. When did it become evidence of self-torture?
What really pushed him into desolation was his mother's sudden cooling of temperature.
In the past, my mother would never say harsh words to me. But now, she speaks harshly to me.
Besides, she doesn’t know whether the child has been disabled or not?
He consistently ranked first in his grade in high school, earning numerous scholarships. A master of physics. He topped the science exam at the college entrance exam.
A talented young man in a high position in the eyes of outsiders.
It's really wasted.
Otherwise, how could he have allowed himself to degenerate, fallen into the mire, becoming depressed day by day, unable to recover, with rebellious thorns all over his body.
The rain outside the window is like another lonely self, staring at me through the glass.
Even though fate wanted him to be bad, he chose to be rebellious. Even though fate wanted him to lose, he chose to win once to show himself.
The night was dark. In the dim living room, half of Bai Luo's face was hidden in the darkness.
The street lights in the alley reflected a ray of light through the floor-to-ceiling windows scattered with rain.
On the laptop screen is a forum full of gossip about Hangzhou University.
She only had a fleeting memory of him, not knowing his name, age, or college.
I had to hold my breath and carefully search through hundreds of photos for any familiar outlines.
"Bai Luo."
In the eternal night, someone called her name in a low, hoarse voice.
Slow down and look back.
The aggressive young man leaned against the damp door of the bathroom, biting a thin cigarette between his lips.
The sound of rain outside the window was intoxicating. Bai Luo stared at his eyes, which flickered in and out, unable to decipher the answer.
"what?"
She was anxious to find the photo and replied perfunctorily.
The hand holding the mouse moved back and forth. On the school forum, photos of Bo Xi could be seen almost everywhere.
After all, he was the ideal type of all the girls at Hangzhou University and the focus of gossip.
A photo of someone holding an umbrella and making a V sign to their dog in the rain. A photo of someone shooting hoops on the basketball court. A photo of someone smoking under a ginkgo tree on the street.
"The person who called you is, is he the person you mentioned as very important before?"
The tone is direct and never beats around the bush.
"It's him."
Bai Luo's gaze remained fixed on the screen for a long time. It was a blurry image.
A rebellious young man stood on the podium of Nanhuai No. 1 Middle School and read his self-criticism in a cold and arrogant manner.
Maybe she had a crush on Bo Xi in high school and went to the same university as him, so she registered an anonymous account and posted on the forum.
In high school, she always missed the school flag-raising ceremony and missed the speeches or self-reviews every Monday morning.
Now, we meet again across the screen, with a strong sense of youth, and our eyes are sparkling.
With the help of the street lights, it seems that stars are falling into the eyes.
The boy standing facing the light can clearly see the girl's bright eyes through the mirror image of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.
Is it that as long as the person important to her is mentioned, her eyes will shine as bright as the stars in the night sky?
Is that person her light?
"He wants to talk to you about something?"
The jealousy in his blood surged, and he pressed the issue aggressively.
Bai Luo was immersed in the video and replied casually.
"He said a few caring words."
Advise her to be vigilant, rest on time and eat regularly.
In the video, the young man on the rostrum leaped up, and his classmates of three years below the stage cheered like crazy.
Eighteen-year-olds are the delusion of the world. Passionate and reckless, like a grand hallucination.
If she were given another chance, she would still miss the flag-raising ceremony and miss the spirited young man.
The wind dries the tears, but it cannot blow away the pain of memories.
The wind was very strong in 2015, and they passed each other against the wind.
The snow in 2018 was very heavy, and they stood side by side in the snow.
The video ends with the boy making a V sign and looking back with a smile. There is no decadence, just pure self-confidence.
Thin.
Will you still be that proud and never-give-up young man?
Youth is a grand escape, and the downtrodden dare not look back to the starting point.
Bai Luo collected his thoughts and turned his attention back to the interweaving of light and shadow.
The fingers on the white keyboard paused.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to determine if the woman in the photo was the one he had met last night. His wrist moved.
The next second, the photo disappeared.
I wanted to press the zoom button to take a closer look, but in my excitement I accidentally pressed the delete button.
As I frantically searched through the sheets one by one, I could hear the sound of the wind howling in my ears, and a trembling voice filled my heart.
"Do you like him?"
I wonder how much courage Bo Yi mustered to ask this question. He's not a narcissist.
This girl is so uncontrollable. So deadly.
Before, he was 10% sure that she liked him, but at this moment, that 1% certainty no longer existed.
When the girl mentioned the important person in her heart, her eyes lit up, which was something he rarely saw.
If it’s not love, then what is it?
The moonlight reflects countless things. Under the reflection of the neon lights, there are thousands of sincere hearts, while the two damp hearts in the rental house are cooling down inch by inch.
The reflections of the lights of thousands of houses trembled on Bai Luo's eyelashes. His mind was completely focused on searching for photos. Adding to the sound of rain outside the window, Bo Xi's question fell into his ears as "Does he like you?"
The young man, holding a shaky cigarette in one hand, stared at the girl's cold back without blinking.
In a moment, a faint voice came straight into my ears.
"like."
Suddenly, the sound of rain was pouring down like crazy.
The world seemed to be swept by a storm, and everything was shaking.
The smoke between Bo Yi's finger bones accumulated into precarious ashes. The moment the word "like" was uttered, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
He was shaking violently and trembling uncontrollably.
The burning ash fell to the ground, and the hot carbon residue at the end of the cigarette bit into the bone of the little finger.
The surface of the skin was a strange red, and the subcutaneous tissue was screaming silently.
The pain crawled along the nerves to the heart, making people wake up for a moment.
The emotions in Bo Xi's heart were almost at freezing point. The temperature in his eyes was close to zero.
The girl has someone she likes, and it's not him.
There's only a fine line between brokenness and pride. Beneath the moon, a silent shadow, blood surges with rage, entangled in the heart.
There are countless people who like her, and he is just a drop in the ocean.
If you can avoid one or two, you will never be able to stop thousands.
If someone else likes her, he can snatch her away.
She liked someone else, and he had no idea what to do.
But I am unwilling to give up and I won't give up.
What is the ambiguity between them?
Those who cross the line will hurt themselves.
One is the hunter and the other is the prey.
In some games, once you enter, you are destined to lose everything.
But he overestimated himself and underestimated her.
Therefore, he was destined to lose everything.
He moved forward with difficulty, wanting to confirm the depth of her love.
But the closer I get, the more it looks like the moon in a mirror, illusory and shattered at the slightest touch.
"I like it very much, don't you?"
Everything swelled in the dampness. Water shone beneath thin eyelashes, and the voice was hoarse to the extreme.
The next moment, he clearly heard the girl's verdict.
"I like it very much."
Chang Liu said that ten years of love had turned into an obsession, so he must have liked her very much.
Second by second, a torrential downpour of bitter pain soaked him. His obsession shattered in the damp rainy season.
The girl likes that guy very much.
He lit another cigarette numbly. Smoke rings entwined the tattoo. His life had no gentle curves.
In high school, the last row of the classroom was his deserted island. He didn't want to have neighbors, but it was the teacher's order that he couldn't disobey.
Consistently ranked first in his grade, he was considered a prodigy by his teachers. After consultation with the school and the teachers, he was allowed to sit alone in the last row to avoid being disturbed.
And he doesn't care.
Accustomed to decadence in decay, arrogance has become the norm.
The strong smoke entered his lungs, and the gray smoke and the fire in his eyes clashed in black and white.
It burned through the disguise, burned the heart, but only thickened the fog in the eyes.
His pupils rained a silent rain for her.
Bai Luo.
As long as you like it.
But why does my heart still hurt so much?
Life is a constant awakening that is stung by pain. But he doesn't want to wake up. He wants to be trapped in the rainstorm where he is 10% sure that she likes him.
In the fog of love, pain is the only clarity.
She doesn't like you. Not at all.
I thought getting close was salvation, but it turned out to be imprisonment.
The boy, feeling extremely depressed, was in pain. He uttered a name with trembling lips.
"Bai Luo."
The next second, he laughed at himself, the laughter was piercing and colder than the shattered ice mist.
Life is rotten, inside and out.
Bai Luo, sitting in front of the computer, finally found the photo and stared directly into the eyes of the girl in the photo.
It was her. She wouldn't be wrong.
I scrolled down and looked through the comments, and found a few key words.
Meng Ning. Senior. Majoring in Narcotics Control.
No wonder he followed her.
The game is getting more and more interesting.
When she was saving the photo, she heard someone calling her name in a hoarse voice.
He seemed a little strange tonight. He kept calling her.
"what?"
Another perfunctory word.
The withered shadows of vines snaked up the walls of South Wind Alley. Bo Xi regained his usual aggressive demeanor.
Violence is a mask, and beneath the skin are unknown wounds.
Bai Luo.
You have no heart.
The unfinished sentence hung in the air like a mute voice.
The sobriety covered with scars neutralizes the blind bravery of youth.
Rain was falling from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were sunken.
"My friend suddenly had something to do and won't be home tonight."
"The community group said they would call in five minutes."
The loneliness of day and night covered his eyes with a heavy gray. Bo Xi fled in embarrassment.
Bai Luo.
I like you. I like you very much.
On a rainy day, all voices were silenced, along with the worries in my heart, making my voice hoarse.
The bittersweet pain of tonight is enough to neutralize the extremes of a lifetime.
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