She stayed silent for a mont, probably sensing his tone was not good, and quietly put on her clothes: "Then... I’ll leave first."
He originally didn’t want her to walk alone, especially since it was hard to hail a cab in this area, but thinking she was going to see Gu Moming, he pettishly didn’t want to send her over.
Soon he heard her footsteps moving away. Standing on the balcony, he watched her walking in the night wind, trembling all over.
"What’s wrong? Having a spat?" Lu Qianwen walked to his side, following his gaze to see Gu Qimiao slowly walking away below.
Shen Yanchen didn’t withdraw his gaze to look at Lu Qianwen, he just stared deeply at Gu Qimiao’s gradually disappearing figure, so small and thin, making one unable to resist wanting to hold her tightly in their arms.
"I never saw what was so special about Gu Qimiao that made you fall for her."
When Gu Qimiao’s figure finally vanished into the night, he withdrew his gaze, coldly staring at Lu Qianwen, "Don’t have any more twisted thoughts, otherwise, next ti, you’ll only be embarrassing yourself."
Seeing him turn to leave, Lu Qianwen hurriedly hugged him: "Yanchen, you know my feelings, why can’t you accept them? We’ve known each other for so many years."
"If love is defined by ti, I’ve loved her for eighteen years." After saying this, he pushed her away without a trace of rcy, and walked off.
Driving along that road, he saw her standing at the corner waiting for a cab.
He parked a few ters away from her, lit a cigarette, and sat in the car watching her shivering at the corner.
No cars ca for ages, she seed a bit anxious and lost.
After finishing the cigarette, he still couldn’t harden his heart to ignore her. Rolling down the window to air out the smoke, he started the car and honked behind her.
Gu Qimiao turned her head at the sound, her barely covered legs slightly frozen.
"Get in."
She stood there, stunned, as if she didn’t expect him to follow.
Hesitant for a mont, thinking she had been waiting forever without getting a cab, she opened the car door, "Brother Yan Chen..."
He didn’t respond, cranked up the heat, and started the car as soon as she fastened her seatbelt.
Gu Qimiao hesitated, timidly gave the hotel’s address.
He remained sternly silent the entire way, and Gu Qimiao, unsure if she’d annoyed him and made him unhappy, chose to stay silent too. It was only when she got out that she thanked him.
He didn’t reply, even acted like he hadn’t heard it. As soon as she shut the car door, he drove away, probably hurrying back to Lu Qianwen.
Her heart ached painfully, with no redy in sight.
Drooping her head, she walked dejectedly into the elevator, arriving at Gu Moming’s room.
He was lying on the sofa, not even covered with a thin blanket, no wonder he caught a cold.
"Brother Mo Ming!"
He slowly opened his eyes, looking really unwell, and asked: "Where’s the dicine?"
"What part of you feels sick?"
"Didn’t buy it?"
Gu Qimiao anxiously replied: "I didn’t even know what’s wrong with you, how could I buy it?"
He seed a bit helpless, turned his head away and closed his eyes.
Gu Qimiao reached out to feel his forehead, it was hot, sharply contrasting with her cold hand.
"Is your head dizzy?"
He let out a muffled "Mm."
Gu Qimiao hurried into the room, grabbed a blanket to cover him, took the room card from the coffee table, and rushed out to buy him dicine...
Shen Yanchen drove aimlessly for a while, eventually parking at a bar.
He ordered the strongest drink, and drank alone in a corner...
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