After a whole day of activities, in the evening, the last fan meeting came to an end on the big screen of the scene, and the finale of "Sorry, I Love You" came to an end, announcing the end of the day's busy itinerary and the end of the event in Japan.

I'm going back to South Korea tomorrow, and the morning flight, because it's still from Narita Airport, so I have to rush early, and when a few people come back from the propaganda campaign, they go back to their rooms and start packing their luggage.

When Ahn Jun-hyuk returned to the room, he passed by the door of the single room where Lin Xiujing lived, the door was open, and the waiter was pushing the cart out, and there were some dinner plates on it, some of which were covered, and some of them seemed to have just been opened, revealing rich and delicious dishes, but they had not been moved, and the fruits and vegetables used for decoration were still intact and showed the appearance of a freshly plattered plate.

Subsequently, her agent also came out, sighing sadly, "This kid is really, no matter how he can't get along with his stomach", he gestured and communicated with the waiter, asking him to heat up the dish and serve it later. Then, she saw Ahn Joon-hyuk standing at the door.

All the expressions on his face faded, and he glanced at him coldly, wanting to ignore him, but Ahn Junhyuk spoke first: "She...... Don't eat?"

At that moment, she felt that the blood was rushing to her brain, and the blood vessels were about to burst, and she wanted to rush over and grab him, left hook, left hook, left hook...... beat this guy into a panda eye, and beat him so that he couldn't take care of himself. Then he said to him refreshed, haughty, contemptuous, and a little resentful: Bastard, isn't it all because of you?

However, comparing the physique of the two sides, I feel that maybe I haven't beaten him into panda eyes, and my hand will be abolished first, and I naturally don't dare to yell, this is at the door of Xiujing's room, not to mention the possible impact, if Xiujing's child knows that he is here, maybe what will happen to his emotions. Thinking about this, she just snorted coldly.

Then she saw that Ahn Junhyuk said something to the waiter in fluent Japanese, and the waiter who had not understood her words before, and the waiter with a face full of embarrassment suddenly nodded in agreement, bowed again and again, and pushed the cart away.

"Hey, hey, what's going on? I haven't finished yet...... You bastard, what do you want to do, it's not enough to make Xiujing sad, do you still want her to starve to death?"

"I asked him to tell the kitchen to make some porridge. Ignoring her appearance of being about to explode, Ahn Junhyuk glanced at the slightly dark entrance behind her, which did not turn on the lights, and said, "I'll go see her." ”

Her eyes widened, and she raised her arm to stop her: "No!"

“…… It's just that...... I want to persuade her. ”

"In what capacity? friend, or a victor who ruthlessly rejected her? It must be a sense of accomplishment to see a girl crying for you, and you can't even eat for you, right?" she was sneering, but her voice was deliberately lowered: "Haven't you always been decisive?

Ahn Joon-hyuk was speechless.

looked at her silently, and after a while, he said softly: "No matter what, my persuasion always has some effect, and you don't want her to always be like this, right?"

"I ......" The agent was dumbfounded, he was right, compared to other people's persuasion, his words seemed to be more effective, just like last night's words could make Xiujing heartbroken, so from another angle, he could also make her mood better.

It's just that she really wants to agree to him to go in? She has experienced a lot of feelings, and she can understand how Ahn Junhyuk will persuade Xiujing, which is nothing more than deception and gives that stupid child a negligible hope.

Really agreeing to him to go in, maybe it can make Xiujing feel better, but it is tantamount to drinking to quench her thirst. …,

But what if you don't agree?

Thinking about Xiujing's already thin physique, she hasn't eaten for another day, maybe she will collapse when she will collapse. The refusal that rushed up her throat was swallowed with difficulty, and she raised her arm that was in front of the door, and it slowly drooped.

"Thank you!" Ahn Junhyuk whispered thanks and walked into the room.

The agent suppressed his voice behind him and warned: "Don't lie to her too much, don't let her fall into it before she breaks free!"

Ahn Jun-hyuk didn't answer, just silently closed the door, blocking the light from the corridor outside.

The darkness in the hallway quietly surrounded, and the sound of heartbeat could almost be heard in the darkness, groping through the passage, turning to the living room, the faint light on the wine cabinet in the corner of the bar illuminated the room, and it could be seen that the door to the bedroom was open, and on the bed on this side, a figure was lying on it with a futon rolled, facing the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtain open.

The lights outside the window are bright, a prosperous scene, but the window is deserted.

He turned on the light, and the moment the light came on, the woman on the bed squirmed, and then a nasal voice came: "Sister, I want to be alone and quiet, don't call for food anymore, I have no appetite......"

……

After lying in bed all day, I didn't feel sleepy at all.

There are always many things in my mind, remembering the first dull meeting with him, she sat stiffly next to the screenwriter, and on the other side was the actor at the time, Su Ji-sub, and Seo Ji-young, and many, many actors. At that time, everyone was in the crew for the first time, they were unfamiliar with everything, and they were not very familiar with each other, Lee Hyung-min, who was the director, and Lee Kyung-hee, the screenwriter, obviously did not mean to help them get closer, everyone just sat awkwardly like that, occasionally looking at each other, and smiling stiffly at each other.

Genius Zhilu said, how unaccustomed she was to such an awkward, silent atmosphere, she only dared to lower her head, and every time she felt that her eyes were on her body, her heart would speed up violently, as if she was about to jump out.

Then, he came.

greeted them warmly and respectfully, generously and thoughtfully invited snacks and coffee, his whole person seemed to carry a beam of sunshine, and the cold atmosphere was only a moment away by light and heat, and he was curious about him at that time.

After getting along, the more I can appreciate his specialness, there is no frivolity and impetuousness at the age of 19, and he is never good at being tall and far-reaching, as if a middle-aged mature man who has experienced the world, steadily and healthily facing everything outside, and also has the maturity and gentleness that has been precipitated over time, they are not reflected in the big aspects, but a lot of small things accumulate, when you are unhappy, he will coax you to be happy, when you need to talk he will listen silently, when you are cold, he will also inadvertently, put on clothes for you to send warmth。

Perhaps, she was captured by that little bit of tenderness, and she didn't know when she started to follow him stupidly, and she didn't know when she began to put his back in her eyes and into her heart - even if she knew that the age difference between the two was older, he was 19 years old, and she was 26 years old!

There is a difference of seven years, but she still thinks it's nothing, she tells herself that love can ignore age, not to mention, his psychology is not as young as age, whether it is physique or thought, he is so tall, tall enough to accommodate her small figure.

Now that I think about it, I realized that I was wrong from the beginning.

His gentleness is a kind of attitude towards things, and it is not only for her, he has never had a love for her, and his tall figure is not prepared to accommodate her. Along the way, the kind of illusion that she was just caught up in it and didn't want to believe some facts, and from the beginning, she was wishful thinking.

He never loved her, and from his point of view, their relationship has always stayed at the level of friends, with no commitments or responsibilities to each other. …,

So she understands his choice, and he has the right to refuse, because she can't demand that he has to like her, like, he can't ask her not to like him!

My mind was in turmoil, and at this moment, the bedroom light suddenly turned on.

The light is a little dazzling, it should be the agent's sister! She thought, moved and lay down for a day, began to have a sore body, and said softly: "Sister, I want to be alone for a while, you don't want to order food anymore, I have no appetite ......"

After the words came out, she didn't get a response, and then she felt that something was wrong, and wanted to turn her head to look, but outside the bedroom door behind her, a somewhat hoarse male voice came into her ears: "It's me!"

A very familiar voice, a very familiar style of speaking, so familiar that even hearing that voice, it was as if I could smell him.

It makes her heart ache like the smell of a knife.

Her body stiffened for a moment, her movements to turn back paused, her mind went blank, and she seemed to think a lot at this moment, but she didn't think about anything.

Then I felt that he was walking this way, and the rhythm of the soles gently falling on the floor was so familiar, and the warmth that belonged to him seemed to follow.

After a while, the warmth was really felt, and his hand fell lightly on her shoulder outside the thin quilt, and through the clothes and bedding, he could also feel the roughness and burning of his palm. The heat made the corners of her eyes suddenly sore, and the tears that had almost dried up all afternoon welled up again......

……

The agent guarded the door for a while, and in order to avoid misunderstanding among the people who came and went, he went back to his room and packed up his luggage to prepare for returning home tomorrow, but she was naturally not at ease when she left An Junhyuk alone in Xiujing's room.

When the waiter came out with the empty cart, she opened the door and slipped into the opposite room like a thief.

The room was still the same as when she left, the entrance was dark, the living room only had the faint light of the wine cabinet, but the bedroom was bright and bright, when she looked, the door over there was not closed, on the small bed, a man squatted on the side of the bed, gently blowing the bowl with hot porridge in his hand, and the little woman half-sitting on the bed, while wiping her tears, while feeding him to her mouth and drinking the porridge.

There was only silent silence between the two, the pendulum ticking softly, and the picture fell into the eyes, like a freeze frame.

Suddenly, there were many complications in my heart, some happy and some sad......

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It's said to be clearer, but that's it, the character's personality is certain, and it won't be changed rashly for the sake of the plot, some people may think that it's still abuse, but in my opinion, it's not, it's just that I'm portraying the character, in the process of enriching her and his humanity.

This chapter is the end of the third volume, but it's actually a lot shorter, so that's it!

The last,This chapter was supposed to be sent in the morning.,But there's a sudden power outage since last night when I'm still chatting with people in the group.,I didn't call until near noon today...... Sorry!

Thank you to Song Bingshu, Sad ⊙, angrykk, how can I be worthy of 418, and Playing Sword Crazy Song 1984 for their rewards!