On the afternoon after Xiang Yingyu's farewell, Fang Yi returned to the dark and damp small hotel where she rented two bottles of high-grade liquor.

He closed all the curtains, he didn't want to see the light, he didn't want to hear anything, he just wanted to cry out completely.

Fate always plays tricks on people, when he was twelve years old he lost the person closest to him, another twelve years, and then he lost another person who had just filled him with hope.

Fang Yicheng drank half a glass of liquor, and in his confusion, he saw a figure flickering at the door, and that figure seemed to be so familiar.

He hurriedly rushed out, and immediately shouted Sakurayu's name out of his mouth.

The one who was frightened at the door was a young woman who was somewhat of the same age and height as Xiang Yingyu.

"What are you doing? It's not Sakuratama! Fang Yicheng held on to the door frame and said in a slurred voice.

"I want to see if you need ......," the girl was a little flustered and confused, trying to explain.

Fang Yicheng seemed to understand something, and said loudly: "Miss, right?" No, you don't! ”

Then he took out his left and right pockets, then grabbed the girl's hand, slapped the few whole tickets and change he had in the girl's hand, and continued sadly: "Let's go, that's all." ”

"Hey! I'm not ......" The girl's face turned crimson for a moment, as if trying to explain something.

Fang Yicheng slammed the door shut, shutting out the girl's voice along with the wind.

The wind was agitating and the wine was surging, and Fang Yicheng, who had not had a lot of alcohol, was instantly dizzy and nervous, feeling hot and irritated.

Fang Yicheng fortunately took off all his clothes, drank the remaining half of the glass of liquor, and slammed himself on the bed.

I don't know how long later, Fang Yicheng, who was sleeping, dreamed that a small figure was moving his body, and at the same time, a familiar girl's body fragrance mixed with a unique perfume smell came.

Fang Yicheng in the dream suddenly became manic, he grabbed the girl's hand and turned over and pressed her under him, he dreamed that he took off the girl's clothes, and the girl didn't seem to have much resistance......

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yicheng woke up from his sleep.

It's strange, he dreams all night, he seems to dream that he and Xiang Yingyu are sleeping together, and Yingyu seems to be saying in a dream that she has married herself.

Looking at the somewhat soft and dim light outside the window, Fang Yicheng thought that it should be the next morning.

After getting dressed and opening the curtains, he realized that it was another time close to evening. Returning to the bed to clean up the messy bed, a puddle of red stains near the center of the bed sheet made Fang Yicheng stop his hands.

Blood stains - Fang Yicheng tried hard to remember, what did he do last night? Everything seemed so clear and yet so vague.

Was it really just a dream last night? He asked himself secretly, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly opened the door to look, the door was empty, and the girl from last night had long since disappeared.

"What did I do?" Fang Yicheng thought with annoyance, "I must find her in the future, as long as she is willing, I will give everything to make up for this unforgivable mistake." ”