Wu Yanjue locked himself in the room and sealed Gu Qiao's room.

Her things were all packed up, and they were all clean, the stuffed animals she liked most on weekdays at the bedside, the yellow lamp he gave her at her desk, and the diary in the drawer.

Everything is gone.

Outside the window, the snow was falling, and the moon was exceptionally bright in the dark night sky, falling to the ground through the glass window, as if through the ice and snow in the room to inject a steady stream of loneliness and coldness.

The moonlight was on the young man who was sitting on the ground and half-leaning on the edge of the bed, his eyebrows and eyes were lightly closed, and he could not see his expression, but he sat quietly, which made people feel a kind of desolation.

Wu Yanjue couldn't find any traces of her in this room, the bedding was freshly replaced, and the room was neatly cleaned.

Even the faint scent of gardenia disappeared, dissipating so quickly, so lightly, really...... Nothing was left.

He sat quietly, his legs and feet were numb, and the numbness was like a tide rushing towards him, but he couldn't resist the bite and tear of one ten-thousandth of his heart, he remembered the tears she cried when she was a child and let him hold him, and the crystal teardrops fell very big and big, and he was still thinking about how there was such a squeamish little girl.

He remembered her frustrated and depressed little expression because she couldn't learn to ride, remembered that she was about to be caught in a fight but turned around and saw him from a distance and waved her hand excitedly and shouted, remembered her pouting aggrieved and stretched out her hand to wait for him to hold the delicate, thought of her last reluctance to bite his teeth when she was drunk, and thought of her laughing and flying at him......

Think of their scarves, of their overlapping rings in the sunset, of that kiss on the streets of New York......

Wu Yanjue didn't know that he would have so many memories, he didn't know that he had inadvertently engraved every thing about her, and the pictures that he had never cared about and ignored scrambled to jump out, intertwining into pictures in front of his eyes with the moonlight......

The heart tingled in an instant.

He tilted his head, and the corners of his closed eyes slipped silently.

The night is boundless and dark.

There were bodyguards standing guard outside the ward 24 hours a day, Feng Gu Qiao pulled out the needle with the potion hanging on his hand, leaned on the bed, maintained the action of gently pressing the needle with his thumb to stop the bleeding, and looked at one place for a long time.

The potion in the transparent plastic pipe dripped down the thin pipe from the tip of the needle, and soon gathered a small puddle of water on the wooden floor.

The air was so quiet that you could hear the potion dripping out and then falling to the floor.

One and another.

An empty echo rippled.

Feng Gu tilted his head, and finally moved his gaze to the mobile phone on the bedside table.

It's been two days, and tomorrow she's leaving here, leaving Rock City, never to come back.

Bian Yisheng told her that Wu Yanjue had already returned to Yancheng, and she had been waiting for him to call her, from yesterday to today......

She hoped to climb up like the rising sun, and after a long wait, she finally fell diagonally into the darkness and disappeared......

He knew that she was gone, and he must have seen her empty room, but now he didn't even have half a message, as if he didn't react to her disappearance, as if ...... She never mattered.

Feng Gu Qiao's vision gradually blurred, in the past dozens of hours, she restrained her urge to contact him urgently, she wanted to wait, to see if he was really going to break so cleanly.

She expected him not to be so cold to her.

It's good to have a text message.

But - he didn't.