For a mont, the bullet in his hand was like a hot potato. Qing Yi’s hand shook, and the bullet fell from his grasp.
The sound of the tal hitting the ground rang out clearly.
"What are you talking about? What on earth happened?" Qing Yi, looking at the red-eyed drunkard, felt his entire heart lift.
Everything had been fine that morning, and these past few days he had been much better than any day before. How could he suddenly say such terrifying and frightening words?
The drunkard snapped back to reality, realizing he had said things he shouldn’t have, and looked at Qing Yi, his face full of worry, feeling sowhat nervous.
"No, it’s nothing. I just drank a bit too much." The drunkard, sowhat panicked, shoved the pistol back into Qing Yi’s hand.
"I drank too much, and my mind is a bit unclear, babbling nonsense."
"But your eyes tell you’re very sober right now," Qing Yi nearly shouted.
"..."
"Speak, what on earth is it?"
"...It’s really nothing." The drunkard dared not look into Qing Yi’s eyes, feeling completely flustered.
"Do you really want to investigate until I understand completely?"
The drunkard steadied himself and then looked back at Qing Yi.
"It’s nothing. I just rembered so bad things from the past, and I drank a bit too much, so... I suddenly got a little scared."
"Scared of what?"
"I don’t know..." The drunkard lowered his eyes.
Scared that the person can’t save him, scared that the person will force him to do sothing that hurts you all, scared that the person will use you to threaten ...
Qing Yi looked at the sowhat helpless drunkard with eyes full of hurt and helplessness.
"You still don’t want to tell about your past?"
"My past... my past..." The drunkard mumbled, his mind flashing through countless fragnts.
"Actually, I had a really good past, truly very good." The drunkard said, glancing at Qing Yi but quickly shifting his gaze away.
He didn’t say much else and went back to bed to sleep.
Qing Yi turned slightly, looking at the drunkard who was lying on his side, with his back to him in bed, and looked down at the gun in his hand, silent.
Looking at the gun in his hand, after a while, he slowly began to speak:
"Even if one day you do sothing to wrong , even if it costs my life..." Qing Yi lifted his head, looking at the drunkard on the bed, and continued, "I wouldn’t hurt you at all."
Sotis Qing Yi felt that the drunkard understood his heart, but sotis he felt that he knew nothing at all...
"..."
The drunkard, with his eyes tightly shut, couldn’t hold back the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes...
You really are stupid.
"If you don’t want to talk about your past, it’s okay, I can wait patiently, until the day you’re willing to talk, and even if in the end you still refuse to speak, that’s okay, too," Qing Yi’s voice rose again.
"But no matter what happens, I hope you won’t do anything foolish."
"..." The drunkard kept his eyes closed, fists clenched, without uttering a sound.
——
Late the next evening——
Gu Yao hugged her knees, sitting on a black rock by the seaside. The sea breeze caressed her face, making her mood now gloomier, now sowhat healed.
Looking at the endless blue sea and thinking about how she had to give up on this relationship so helplessly, Gu Yao felt a constant sourness in her heart.
Tears welled up several tis, only to be forcefully held back by her each ti.
"It’s already evening, and even though it’s sumr, sitting like this can still easily cause a cold."
A familiar voice sounded, and Gu Yao turned her head to see Ais, who had appeared at so unknown ti, looking surprised.
"It’s you."
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