In the silent room, in addition to the 'rustling' sound made by the contact between the pencil in Qin Lou's hand and the paper, and then 07's well-proportioned breathing, these two voices did not exclude each other, and they complemented each other and were very rhythmic.

A round of red sun slowly rose from the sky, and an orange-red halo poured out through the window, hitting Qin Lou and hitting his serious cheeks.

The sunrise was beautiful, but he had no intention of appreciating it, because all his thoughts and attention were on the painting in his hand and the little woman on the bed.

Beautiful things always have a short lifespan.

It's like an epiphany.

It's like sunrise.

It's like human youth.

Some people even say that the shortest thing is not epiphany, not sunrise, not youth, but human love.

Psychologists have shown that it only takes 8.2 seconds to fall in love with someone, 0.4 seconds to like someone, but you may not be able to spend 0.1 seconds if you don't like someone, because you don't bother to spend this time for him, even if it's 0.00001 seconds.

For Qin Lou, what is short is life.

Before tonight, he felt that life was too long, so long that he felt that every day was so difficult and boring.

And from this moment on, he has to calculate and plan all the time.

Because he wants to spend all his time loving her.

When Qin Lou put down the pencil, the frowning brow on his serious cheeks loosened, and the corners of his tight lips also outlined a beautiful arc.

As he examined his work, Zero's voice came from behind him.

"Sure enough, painting in front of real people is much more vivid than what you can imagine out of thin air."

"Imagination is always vague, uncertain, and even partially conjectural, but in fact, it ......"

Zero heard Qin Lou's voice and asked, "Actually, what?" ”

"For the past ten years, I've been wondering if the night of 07 was my imagination or real, because no one believed me except you, and everyone thought I was crazy to say that a woman from the future saved me." Qin Lou showed a self-deprecating expression when he said this.

Zero asked: "Since you also suspected that woman was what you imagined, young master, why did you insist on looking for her." ”

Qin Lou didn't answer Zero's words, but turned around to take the white sports suit in Zero's hand, and his slender fingers gently tugged the knotted ribbon of the bathrobe around his waist, and the bathrobe opened up and slid from his smooth skin to the ground with his movements.

He quickly changed into sportswear and sneakers, and passed by Zero with a steady pace.

Zero turned around, looked at Qin Lou's distant back and pursed his lips and smiled, in fact, how could he not know this answer.

At that time, Qin Lou had lost the motivation to live, and looking for the woman who claimed to be from the future was his motivation to live, even if it was a conjecture, at least it gave him the purpose of living in this world, as if he lived for Qin Lou.

Everyone has a purpose to live in this world, because of all kinds of ties, dreams, and pursuits.

Morning jogging is something that Qin Lou has insisted on all these years, unless it is affected by weather factors, the thunder cannot move.

When he came back from running, 07 was still sleeping, so Qin Lou took a bath first.

Whoa—

When a series of water streams reached 07's ears, she opened her misty eyes.

Pain.

It hurts.

My head hurts.

It felt like the whole brain was going to explode.

07 Hold your head and sit up from the bed and look around.

This is a room with a lot of space, it is better to say that it is a room than a warehouse, but it is a warehouse, and it is a room, to be precise, it is a room that has not been furnished after decoration.