Qiao Yue, who stood up and was about to walk out, accidentally knocked over the trash can that was placed aside, she looked down and saw a box of cigarettes and a high-end gold-plated lighter rolling out of it.

Qiao Yue was stunned for a moment, thinking that the person who delivered the clothes was still waiting outside the door, she didn't care about picking up the trash can, and directly raised her foot and stepped over and walked towards the door.

Opening the door, it was a young girl who delivered the clothes, Qiao Yue politely said thank you, took the clothes and closed the door.

When she saw the bag of clothes, Qiao Yue knew who was putting the clothes at the front desk.

A faint smile appeared in Qiao Yue's eyes, and her heart was full of gratitude to Gong Lele.

This dress was put in Gong Lele's room last night, presumably at the front desk when she left.

But how did Gong Lele know that she was still in the clubhouse and didn't leave, Qiao Yue was a little puzzled, could it be that she saw something?

Qiao Yue thoughtfully took her clothes and walked towards the bedroom, intending to change her bathrobe.

Suddenly, she thought of the trash can that she had just overturned, and what had rolled out of it.

Qiao Yue paused, turned back to the single sofa she was sitting on just now, and then put the handbag on the sofa.

She stooped down and reached out to pick up the lighter lying on the carpet and the half-smoked box of high-end cigarettes.

Qiao Yue picked up the garbage basket, froze in place, and stared at the things in her hand for a long time before standing up with a lighter and a cigarette and walking to the window.

The rain stopped, and there was a gray light outside the window, and droplets of water slipped down the glass, twisting and twisting.

Qiao Yue's mind came to the image of Su Mingyuan standing here with a cigarette in his hand and looking out the window, his figure was slender and tall, his face was handsome and perfect, but it gave people a feeling of loneliness.

She carefully studied the gilded lighter lying in the palm of her hand, her fingers gently rubbing the high-grade metal surface.

Qiao Yue had seen this lighter once, when she was in the Valley Villa.

Su Mingyuan was smoking in the bedroom, and she suddenly reminded him that smoking is not good for her health, when she saw that he was holding this lighter.

Qiao Yue slowly retracted her five fingers and held the lighter in the palm of her hand.

The smooth metallic texture came from the palm of the hand, and it seemed to have a slight temperature.

Qiao Yue thought about the countless times Su Mingyuan held a lighter and lit a cigarette, and she suddenly felt a little envious of this small metal square.

At least, Su Mingyuan's palms were warm when he held it, and his movements were gentle.

Thinking of this, boundless bitterness spread from the bottom of Qiao Yue's heart.

She picked up a cigarette, pulled out one, put it to her mouth, and then took the delicate, high-end gold-plated lighter and lit it.

The familiar smell of tobacco wafted away, and Qiao Yue took a sip, but choked on tears.

She held the cigarette jerkily, and the snow-white cigarette burned between her white and slender fingers, swirling, with a lonely and sad beauty.

Except for the first attempt, Qiao Yue didn't suck it again, but the tears were like water droplets that kept sliding outside the window, ticking and ticking, and falling down in large pieces.

Qiao Yue remembered the lyrics of a song: When a cigarette meets a match, it is destined to be harmed.

But she and Su Mingyuan, who is a cigarette and who is a match.

The wisps of green smoke that kept drifting around made Qiao Yue's delicate and fair face a little illusory.

It was as if she did not belong here, but an angel who suddenly fell here, sad and helpless.

Yes, she doesn't belong here, she doesn't belong to Su Mingyuan, because after the one-year contract ends, there will be no more strangers between her and Su Mingyuan.

Her face was wet with tears, but she didn't realize it, and let the tears flow freely, as if in the name of cigarettes, she could no longer suppress them.

I don't know how long it took, until a burning sensation came from between her fingers, and Qiao Yue was shocked to realize that the cigarette had burned out.

She snuffed out the fire and tossed the cigarette butt with the half box of cigarettes in the trash.

Cigarettes are poisonous, just like love.

Qiao Yue wiped the cold tears from her face and walked towards the bedroom with her clothes.