There is only this chapter today, and the busy work is one reason, and the other is that this chapter is more difficult to write.

After reading the book review area, I was a little sad, you guys underestimated me too much, I worked so hard to portray her, just to abuse? How could it be!!

Thanks to Song Bingshu, Royyi, Sword Extinguishing Divine Wind, and Ling Hongyan Wei Laojun Died First for their rewards, thanks to Sword Destroying Divine Wind for their evaluation votes, and thanks to Xiao Yue and Mu Bai for urging them to change!

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It's dawn!

In the hotel bedroom, on the large double bed, a beam of sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains slowly crept up his forehead, and he opened his eyes in the faint burning heat.

When he got up, the sunlight slid down with warmth, he looked at the opposite wall, stunned for a while, the drowsiness of getting up at the beginning, coiled in his head, and then went to the health department and poured cold water on his face, before he was more sober.

Unscrewed the faucet and put hot water on it, and while waiting, he stood in front of the sink, wiped the mist off the mirror, and looked at himself inside. The memories in my mind were jumping, like unreal, a movie cast on a screen, occasionally flickering indistinctly. In the deep night, her trembling voice rippled in the cold wind-blown air, and the smell of squid roast wafted in the wind. But at this time, recalling it, at that moment, the entire world seemed to lose its color, became black and white, blurred, and the only clear thing was only the two of them, she hugged him from behind, did not give him a chance to refuse, and said the confession that took on all the poignant.

Lowering his head slightly, the soft pajamas rubbed against his back in this movement, and there seemed to be a residual wetness of last night's tears.

It seemed to be seen in front of me again, on the way back, she raised her tearful face in the wind and the falling leaves, and asked him softly, "Shall we ...... You can still be friends, right?"

The neon brilliance illuminated the teardrops, he didn't answer, looked at her with a faint but lonely smile, turned around silently, the shadow was dragged by the street lamp for a long time, and with the loneliness forward, it stretched all the way, immersed in the darkness by the roadside.

In fact, only he knew it, and when she asked that sentence, he was actually hesitant, and his former decisiveness was almost completely drowned out by her tears, and for a moment, his reason was almost dominated by impulse, and he agreed to that trivial request.

It's just that in the end, sensibility didn't prevail after all, and the calmness cultivated over the years made him choose the answer that he thought was the most suitable-

However, why did you recall it at this time, but your chest was so heavy that it seemed that it was difficult to breathe?

The hot water in the tub behind him was already full, the mist rose and filled, and the sound of overflowing water broke him free from the picture of memory.

Ahn Joon-hyuk...... Don't get cranky!"

He shook his head and said this to himself, then took off his pajamas, stepped into the tub and sat down slowly, sinking to the bottom of the pool, letting the warm water completely envelop him.

A new day begins.

Today is the last day of the most publicized in Japan, and it is also the day when TV Tokyo broadcasts the finale of "I'm Sorry, I Love You", which lasts for a week of publicity, so that the ratings continue to rise, and the TV station, which has high hopes, finally has a bear ambition, hoping that the ratings of the finale can lay the position of the ratings champion in the first half of 05.

So the itinerary of the last day is extremely busy, variety shows, meet-and-greets, street promotion, etc., all day long, Dongshi itself will make another exception, broadcast their activities in the news file, and in the evening, it will leave the most popular An Junhyuk a live interview, using this kind of means, it is bound to do its best to pull the audience's attention to the prime time "I'm Sorry, I Love You". …,

got up and took a shower, and just changed his clothes, Quan Baogen and the reception staff of the TV station came over, and accompanied him to the downstairs restaurant for breakfast, while explaining to him the matters that need to be paid attention to during today's activities.

"She doesn't seem to be feeling well, and she can't make the trip today. ”

Faced with inquiries from Jang Geun Suk, Seo Ji Young and others, Kwon Bo Geun, who had already received the news from the reception staff, shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"Why did you suddenly feel uncomfortable? You were so good yesterday!" Xu Zhiying scratched his head in confusion, and then looked at Ahn Junhyuk, who was silent: "Junhyuk, you live on the same floor as Sister Xiujing, is she sick?"

To her surprise, Ahn Jun-hyuk, who has always had a good attitude, seemed to lose his mind today, only drinking soup spoonful by spoonful, looking absent-minded.

She kicked him gently, and in his suddenly awakened and puzzled gaze, she repeated what she had just said, and said worriedly, "Hey, you won't be sick too, will you?"

“…… I'm fine. Ahn Jun-hyuk shook his head and said no more, making Seo Ji-young look inexplicable. However, she got used to it, and then she stopped thinking about it, and began to chirp about trivial things such as where she went to and what she bought during the break yesterday.

Ahn Jun-hyuk, who responded to her from time to time, seemed to be no longer in a trance, as if the previous absent-mindedness had not happened, and everything was as usual.

But only he knew that his heart was in turmoil.

Hearing the news that she was not feeling well, I couldn't help but feel a little worried, and wanted to call to inquire, but my hand touched the phone and slowly shrank back.

Perhaps, it is not that she is not feeling well, but that she is ......

Such a thought weighed heavily on his chest. He smiled helplessly, didn't he have this kind of consideration when he chose to refuse like that before? Long pain is better than short pain, cut the relationship cleanly at once, without dragging the mud and water, and then leave it to time to solve, no matter how deep the wound of the soul is, it will eventually heal, it is better than letting her keep a feeling that can never be reciprocated, and stupidly delay her youth.

He persuaded himself so deep in his heart, but when these kinds of very logical and correct reasons for dealing with things came to his mind little by little, he found that he could not be at ease!

I don't know what the road is...... Completely incomprehensible...... Thinking in an endless loop...... It's stuck!

Many doubts popped up in the brain, filling more and more, and many memories also rushed up messily, crisscrossing with complicated thoughts, and finally, suddenly frozen on a picture.

That was a few months ago, when I first joined the crew.

Cramped and simple hotel room, with mottled walls and dark water erosion marks in the corners, she sat in front of the window on a simple hard bed, and the sunlight was shining from behind, making her whole person seem to be covered in a coat of light.

It was the first time he looked at her intently, the first time he touched another side of her that was quiet and melancholy, the first time, his heart pounding!

At the dining table, he silently put down the spoon, raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his swollen and painful forehead, and in the wordless silence, for the first time, he felt a little lost in his choice......

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It's dawn!

Outside the curtain that was not closed, the sunlight penetrated the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, spreading over a large area, enveloping the bed behind the window, and she was also overwhelmed by the light the moment she opened her eyes.

In the scorching heat that surrounded her whole body, the agent's sister came to wake her up and said that she was in a hurry, but she said she didn't want to go.

The agent's sister looked at her in amazement, not understanding what she was doing. …,

She said that she was not feeling well, and then the agent's sister understood something, looked at her with pity, and went with a sigh.

She lay alone in her room, listening to the sound of the clock ticking, watching the white sheets reflect the sunlight and reflect the ceiling, and her head was blank and messy. I forget when I started to like him, maybe it was from the first time we met, maybe it was the day I was arrested, or maybe it was in Australia one by one.

Before she met him, she always lived in a person's world, thinking about profound or superficial problems, and that kind of life was very quiet, no one would disturb her, and there was no trouble, but she was a little lonely and lonely.

At that time, she often wondered, what is the specific meaning of people's existence in this world?

Without an answer, she couldn't understand that they were recklessly embarking on the path of fate for an uncertain goal, sometimes deviating, sometimes corrected, involuntarily.

Until I met him!

What I remember the most is that every time I followed him, the broad back was so tall and heavy that it could almost support the world in front of me.

For the first time, I found meaning in my life, and for the first time, I understood that people still tried to pursue it over and over again, even if they couldn't see hope. It was also the first time that when she closed her eyes, she would not feel the boundless darkness and silence of her body, and she would not feel that she was getting farther and farther away from this world, and at that time, the figure he left in her mind would tear all the darkness to pieces, and he would firmly grasp her, and remove the vacuum of isolation between her and this world.

Her cheeks were a little cold, and she raised her hand to wipe it, and a wet sensation spread out from her fingertips.

Crying again!

She sat up and wiped away her tears. The sea of sunlight burned in this place, the skin was warm, but the heart was cold, and the figure that would hold her and protect her in her mind disappeared last night.

On the dresser beside the bed, the huge mirror reflected her seated figure, and she turned her head to see that her body was covered with a white color.

Suddenly I remembered the morning when I was arrested and rescued by him, the humble little hotel, the walls were mottled, and the sun was shining like today, and she was sitting on the bed like today, and the sun shone in through the window, drowning her in the infinite light.

The difference is that at that time, she was full of warmth from body to heart, because at that time he was standing in front of her bed, and at this time...... But no!

I really want to go back to that time, to the time when I only had a good impression of him just now, and I didn't let her or let him notice it.

The two are just friends, she can stand by his side unscrupulously, she doesn't need to think so much, let his figure fill his eyes and fill his heart to the fullest.

Yesterday, I asked him "...... You can still be friends, right?", I really hope that he can agree, so that I can use this identity to lie in his arms and say to him:

I'm out of love, and my heart hurts......