The lights in the night, lonely and lonely, seem to be in an endless wait.

The surroundings became so quiet, and the sound of the quiet wind blowing through the leaves was so clear.

Zhou Ling lay on the bed and slowly emptied himself.

It's like entrusting the whole person completely to this bed, allowing the folded quilt to drown itself like seawater.

At this point, it seems that the choice no longer makes sense.

If you don't think about it, how can you hesitate to give yourself two choices?

Alas......

Zhou Ling sighed secretly, sat up from the bed, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the window.

It is said that the stars are in the middle of summer, but there are only a few stars tonight, as if they are shrouded in a layer of light brown gauze, covering its original light.

It looks like tomorrow is going to be cloudy.

Zhou Ling thought so, glanced sideways at the phone, unlocked it, and swiped the page back and forth without clicking on any software.

She just stared blankly, not knowing what to expect.

Wait for the screen to turn off and the only light in the room disappears.

She threw her phone the bedside table, overturned the quilt over her head, and forced herself to close her eyes.

Zhou Ling, you still have a job tomorrow, and nothing can affect you!

But if the mood can be controlled by yourself, there will not be so many frustrations in this world.

She closed her eyes, and it took a long time for her to fall into a groggy state, as if she were dreaming but not dreaming, as if she was awake but not awake.

In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of rain outside.

Raindrops beat on the windows, playing beautiful music.

Just then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open cautiously.

A faint warm yellow light leaked through the crack in the door, followed by a tall figure.

I saw him slowly walk to the side of the bed, lift the corner of the quilt, and look at Zhou Ling's swollen ankles, looking annoyed.

He reached out and gently touched the swollen area. Zhou Ling, who was asleep, seemed to feel pain, and turned around restlessly, frowning slightly.

Rong Zheng immediately withdrew his hand and put the quilt back on.

He leaned on the edge of the bed and carefully looked at Zhou Ling's eyebrows through the street lamp outside the door.

The curved eyebrows resemble two slender willow leaves, and the thick eyelashes are enough to make others envious even without any decoration.

She lost the shrewd and capable appearance of the daytime.

The little one, nestled in the quilt, like a curled kitten.

Her chest rose and fell regularly with her breathing, and her beauty was not aggressive, especially at this time, it was even more gentle.

People can't help but feel like holding her in the palm of their hands and loving her.

Rong Zheng watched quietly, his knobby fingers drawing lines along her silhouette in the air.

The pale blue eyes are like a glimpse of light, and the already beautiful eyes are filled with soft light, which can make people willingly rise and fall with just one glance.

Perhaps the world admires his face, but he is willing to immerse himself in such moments, fantasizing about being by her side forever.

Before he knew it, his ambitions had gradually swelled. Mere protection and dedication were no longer satisfying him, and he eagerly longed for Zhou Ling's response.

I hope I can read a little bit of the difference in her eyes.

He thought, taking over her eyes and her whole heart.

But the more he moved forward, the more he seemed to feel the helplessness of suffering from gains and losses.

From the very beginning, he had already shown her all the weaknesses.

And she, on the other hand, is like a veiled painting. He is obsessed with yearning, but he cannot fully possess it.

How long can he have the past, the future?

It's only ten years, and what about ten years from now? Will she fall in love with someone else again, and slowly forget that he ever existed as time passes.

In fact, even if today's events are true, what about them?

Perhaps, she should live a normal life.

Find someone who really loves her to live happily throughout her life, and she doesn't have to beg to spend this short decade with him.

Ten years, that's too short......

For human beings, who are already amorous, they may not even be able to write a page.

It only adds a bit of sadness, so why bother.

Rong Zheng smiled bitterly, his fingers curled, slowly retracted, and moved away from her face.

However, he was reluctant to let go.

Seeing such a scene, he was actually very angry, but after getting angry, he suddenly realized a problem.

Ten years later, when he was no longer by her side. At that time, who will be with her?

Song Xingyan?or...... It's someone else......

It seems that no matter how it is calculated in the end, it will not be him who accompanies her to grow old little by little.

When I think about it, the person who is suddenly selfish becomes him.

He looked at the diamond ring on his finger, which was still so dazzling in the dim light.

The tiny light was like a star, reflected in his eyes.

The light slowly gathered, and finally converged into a determined gaze.

He stood up, opened the cupboard, took only a coat and what he usually needed for work, and prepared to leave quietly.

In fact, he didn't have much left, he was only dressed in dusty clothes when he came, and when he left, he was also alone, which is good.

Rong Zheng hung his coat on his arm and slowly walked towards the door.

As soon as he passed by the bedside, a pair of warm hands suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"Rong Zheng, it hurts. ”

The voice that suppressed emotions seemed to have a little trill.

In fact, Zhou Ling woke up when he entered the house just now, to be precise, she just went into a very light sleep, and a little movement could make her wake up.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Rong Zheng's thin waist and buried her in his somewhat awkward back.

Rong Zheng's body was still covered with rain, damp and warm. Even the ends of his hair were dripping with water.

Tick...... Tick......

Time in the room seemed to have stopped, and only the sound of water droplets crashing on her heart could be heard.

It is undeniable that at the moment when Rong Zheng appeared, she had already lost her armor, and all her anger was gone.

How many ups and downs they have experienced along the way.

These memories bind them tightly, and the more they were bound, the tighter they became, and they could no longer be separated.

Why bother with that illusory possibility, others don't have that kind of memory, and they don't have that kind of fate.

At this moment, Zhou Ling is following his own heart, no self-esteem, no arrogance, all of them.

Rong Zheng's body was stiff, and his arms were still raised in the air and he didn't put them down.

His eyes lined slightly, his red lips pursed tightly, and he sighed low for a long time.

"Sleep. ”

"Where are you going?"

Zhou Ling raised his head and looked at him questioningly.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll be with you. ”