The night wind raged, leaving Mr. Perfect far behind, and Charlize's figure strode into the night, his stiff shoulders loosening little by little.

Charlize felt that she was really stupid, why would she want to run away? Why did her first reaction when she saw Mr. Perfect turn around and run away? Why did she pick up her tail in embarrassment and choose to leave? Shouldn't the person who leaves be Mr. Perfect - just like he had done before?

She had expected that when they met again, she would have a lot of anger vented on him, she could talk for hours, and she would want to tear him to shreds...... But unexpectedly, it ended like this, the nothingness and simply ended, and she didn't even want to listen to his explanation, because he was just talking, talking, talking, repeating the nonsense that sounded like no nourishment, and sounded like a complete jerk.

Mr. Perfect? Perhaps, it really is Mr. Perfect - what a complete irony.

The choice was made by him. He chose to run away without saying goodbye, he chose to break off contact after arriving in London, he chose to escape the lives of two people in such a way, he chose to end everything in the most stupid but most direct, simple and cruel way.

Is she at fault? Perhaps, because the beginning and end of any relationship is not just a matter of one party, it is a matter of two people, and problems that occur between two people can never be one-sided. But she no longer foolishly condemns herself and takes all the blame on herself, because she knows that when the mistake has been made, he and she have made their own choices, and now, the result has been made.

Thinking of this, the burden on Charlize's shoulders was completely lifted. Perhaps, in the past year or so, she has never been truly relieved, until that second just now, everything has really come to an end, and the moment she unloaded the burden, not only did she not feel sadness and pain, on the contrary, the whole person became lighter, and the corners of her mouth even began to rise slightly.

Stopped, Charlize looked down at the costume on his body, he was still in a bad mood, such a look is really not suitable for appearing in front of strangers, and it is easy to freak out others. But...... Thinking of Mr. Perfect's frightened and stunned expression just now, Charlize inexplicably felt a little happy, and then she didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Charlize stood there laughing and trembled, feeling that Mr. Perfect looked like a lamb to the slaughter, and she was the butcher who raised the blade; And Mr. Perfect is the one who asks for her, but she cold-blooded and cruelly dropped the butcher knife in her hand. It's so similar to Erin Ainos's story, as if everything is a mirror image of the movie projected onto reality. What an irony.

But after laughing, Charlize suddenly realized that what Hugo had just said was correct. If she didn't want to get back together, then she wouldn't care about her embarrassment at all, let alone Mr. Perfect's opinion.

Indeed, she still cares, she refuses to let Mr. Perfect see any of her ugliness, this is a matter of dignity, this is a matter of dignity of any woman, if she can, she doesn't even want everyone to see her embarrassment, let alone Mr. Perfect, if she can, she still wants to appear in front of Mr. Perfect with a perfect posture, let him know that in the past year, she has not only lived well, but also become a better person...... But after the initial anger and entanglement passed, her concern soon disappeared, for she knew that the man who stood in the night and smiled at her had nothing to do with her, so why should she care about a stranger's opinion?

It's as if an artist can accept criticism, but he doesn't need to care about everyone's criticism, otherwise living in the spotlight, the pressure of these comments alone is enough to crush a person.

Thinking of this, Charlize looked down at the mobile phone in his palm and remembered the conversation with Hugo just now.

She and Hugo had quarrels, and rightfully so, and not only once, she and Hugo had quarrels over many things, and even refused to speak to each other for days on end. But this time it was different, Hugo's anger and disappointment on the phone just now were so real, it made her heart tremble slightly, she knew that Hugo was for her own good, and after witnessing the cause and effect of the whole thing, Hugo's worries were definitely not unreasonable, but...... But she was still obsessed, like a complete fool.

So, she should apologize to Hugo, right?

But what should she say to him? How should she explain it? She only felt that her brain was blank, even if she just looked at the phone in her hand, she felt that her mind was a mess, and she had no ideas at all. Why is that? Hugo was just her friend, and all that was just her private life was something she could share with her friends, but she didn't have to give them an explanation, didn't she? But what is the matter with this boiling emotion in my heart now?

Why did the idea of "explaining everything to Hugo" linger in her head, why did she feel upset at the thought of Hugo's anger, why did she want Hugo to understand what she really thought in her heart...... But the question is, what is her real idea?

Don't...... Did she really have feelings for him?

The thought came to her mind again, striking Charlize in the heart like a meteor, almost making her unable to breathe, and her brain, which had just calmed down, became chaotic again. This made Charlize unable to calm down and think, and countless trivial and messy thoughts kept churning in his mind, even more turbulent than when he saw Mr. Perfect just now...... No, this is an unprecedented surge, an emotion that Charlize has never experienced or felt.

The surging emotion kept hitting her chest, almost suffocating her.

Breathe, breathe...... Charlize kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm down her somewhat overheated brain, she breathed heavily, but the cold air in the middle of the night could not cool down her hot lungs, the heat that almost burned her chest almost made her unsteady, so she could only squat down, hug her knees tightly, and then let herself slowly relax.

I don't know how long it took, Charlize's eyes fell on the phone again, her brain was still blank, she still didn't have any clue, but the heart that kept pounding on her chest was telling her - she should call Hugo, so she did it.

Pressing the familiar phone number, Charlize found that her right hand was actually trembling a little, she bit her lower lip tightly, and hesitantly looked at the phone screen flashing with a faint light, but before she could put the phone to her ear, the light suddenly went out. This made Charlize stunned, and quickly put the phone to his ear, but there was no sound.

Charlize pressed the mobile phone number again in a panic, this time without any hesitation, and put it directly to his ear, but the voice of the human service desk came from the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please dial again later." Hearing this, Charlize froze in place, and the dazed face could not be concealed.

Charlize just put the phone to his ear, listening to the elegant voice of the service desk constantly looping, never willing to take the phone down, as if the world stood still at this moment.

Hugo couldn't calm his anger, just thinking of Charlize's uneasy attitude just now made him angry, and he really wanted to grab Charlize by the shoulder and tell her, "That bastard is not for you, you deserve someone better...... Like me. However, he could not speak, and the words had come to his lips, but he still could not speak. So much so that he couldn't even tell whether this anger was against Mr. Perfect or Charllotze...... Or to himself.

Hugo walked up and down the room restlessly, restless, there was no way to calm down, he didn't know what he was doing, waiting for Charlize to call? Or waiting for an unknown that you can't know? Hugo glanced at the completely scrapped mobile phone on the desk, and let out a long breath, he knew that Charlize would not call tonight.

Turning his head and glancing at the landline on the bedside table, it was the hotel's phone.

After standing there and hesitating for a moment, Hugo walked to the bedside table, picked up the earpiece, put his fingers on the keyboard, and stopped. What should he say to Charlize? He had just said everything he wanted to say, except for the most important secret hidden in his heart, he had spread out almost everything, but Charlize still couldn't understand it, and even hung up the phone, so, what should he say when he calls now? What else can be said?

In the end, Hugo gently put the phone back in. Standing next to the bedside table, I didn't want to leave for a long time, ten minutes, twenty minutes...... Hugo then turned and walked to the bathroom.

The night grew thicker and darker, but for many, it was a sleepless night. In order to prepare for tomorrow's important scene of Kate Beckinsale, Hugo's handsome face came to mind, and his heart was like a deer; Haley Joe Osmond, who was reading the script and seriously preparing for tomorrow's scene, was excited when he thought of the scene that was about to start filming; Leonardo, who repeatedly thinks about Hugo's performance recently, sits on the edge of the bed and tosses and turns; Lonely back in the hotel, overwhelmed Mr. Perfect......

Also, one in Miami and the other in Philadelphia, about 1,200 miles of space, distant and close, caught in two souls of the same deep thought. Raising his head and looking at the bright stars in the sky, he couldn't help but wonder, is that person also looking at the same side of the sky?