Jiang Ruan's figure turned over and entered the courtyard very quickly.

After passing through a deep path, I finally came to the door.

But she didn't know what the password was.

After staring at the door for a few seconds, she tentatively entered Fu Chi's birthday.

Mistake.

She raised an eyebrow and typed in her birthday.

Or a mistake.

This time, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but bite his lip, what would the password be?

Tried several times and was wrong.

Jiang Ruan simply gave up, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps to the side, looked up at the window, calculated the approximate height, she rolled up her sleeves, took a step back, jumped up, and easily grabbed the door frame above.

The figure jumped up with great dexterity and climbed through the unclosed window.

Landing silently.

Jiang Ruan shook his head, a trip to his boyfriend's house was like being a thief.

After all, it's the middle of the night, and she doesn't want to quarrel with others.

It can only be done this way.

Went to the second floor.

She landed right in the hallway.

The whole space was silent, Jiang Ruan frowned slightly, and Berwyn was not there? Thinking as she walked towards his bedroom.

The closer she got to the room, the faster her heart beat faster.

Now, seeing him again, his mood has changed drastically.

Eventually, she stopped in front of the door and found that it seemed to be broken, the doorknobs had been removed, and the door was hidden.

Jiang Ruan pursed his lips, and after doing some struggle in his heart, he slowly pushed the door open.

"Squeak".

There was a faint sound.

In a quiet space, it sounds a little abrupt.

There was no light in the room.

Jiang Ruan felt that it was difficult to breathe for no reason, and she noticed a slight breathing sound in this space.

Lifting his feet, he walked inside step by step.

At a glance, I saw the figure on the sofa in the window.

The man leaned on the backrest, and the moonlight outside the window was shallow, gentle, and sprinkled on his body, gilding it with a layer of lustrous light.

The face was depicted as incomparably soft, with slender eyebrows, delicate curvatures, slightly closed eyes, lips that faded a lot, cheeks slightly emaciated, and a visible silence.

Under such a stunning skin, there is an incomparably broken soul.

And at this moment, he was holding a piece of clothing in his arms.

It's one of her coats.

Look at this picture.

Jiang Ruan only felt trembling all over, an indescribable pain spread in his limbs, his eyes were hot, and he actually had the urge to shed tears.

She clenched her fists and walked over lightly.

Then half-crouched in front of him.

When I looked closely, I noticed that his eyes were tired blue.

Jiang Ruan felt sad for no reason, she stretched out her hand and held the man's fingers, "Fu Chi? ”

The man's eyelashes twitched, and he opened his eyes.

The moment you meet your gaze.

Jiang Ruan couldn't help it after all.

A tear fell on the back of his hand.

It's piping hot.

A few seconds later.

Fu Chi's empty Danfeng eyes gradually focused, and he unconsciously murmured: "Ruan Ruan." ”

His voice was hoarse.

As if reacting to something, he jerked out his hand and took the girl beside him into his arms, and she could hear his ragged heartbeat.

"I was wrong."

His first apology made Jiang Ruan unable to hold back, the tip of his nose was sour and astringent, and tears rolled out uncontrollably.

"And, I-"

"Miss you."