This lighter belonged to Su Mingyuan, and she picked it up from the trash can this morning.

This is the only thing Su Mingyuan she has.

Qiao Yue didn't know why Su Mingyuan lost this lighter, was it not needed, so he had to throw it away?

Su Mingyuan is not short of money, this brand-name lighter may be a luxury for others, for Su Mingyuan, it is an ordinary lighter when needed, and when it is not needed, it is a garbage that is discarded in the trash.

Qiao Yue didn't know why she was so careful to treasure this lighter, maybe it was because it was Su Mingyuan's thing, at least it used to be.

After a long time, the lighter was already dyed with her temperature, and Qiao Yue let go of her hand.

The shell of the gold-plated lighter shone golden under the illumination of the light, and Qiao Yue stared at the palm of her hand for a long time.

It was a long time before she opened the drawer again, took a small box from the innermost part, opened it, and put the lighter back in.

In the box, there is also a box of cigarettes and a grasshopper woven from straw.

The box of cigarettes was the one that was thrown away with the lighter.

And that grasshopper was given to her by Su Mingyuan when she was in Sumu Village.

For so many years, she has kept it, and this is the only thing she took away from Sumu Village except for memories.

Qiao Yue gently touched the grasshopper that had been peeled off but was still vivid, and then carefully closed the box, intending to put it back in the drawer.

She was just about to put the box back when she heard a door open behind her.

Qiao Yue's hand shook, and the box almost fell to the ground.

When Su Mingyuan pushed the door in, he thought that at this time, Qiao Yue would have already fallen asleep, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

Qiao Yue was sitting in front of the dresser, holding a small box in her hand, and put it in the drawer in a little panic.

Su Mingyuan saw the small box, but he didn't particularly care about it, because most of the things in that drawer were the jewelry boxes and cosmetics he had prepared for Qiao Yue.

Although Qiao Yue had never brought it, he didn't care.

It's just that how is she in the mood to look at those things today?

Su Mingyuan quietly looked away from Qiao Yue's slightly stiff back, as if he hadn't seen anything.

He walked straight to the bathroom.

With the sound of Su Mingyuan's distant footsteps and the sound of the bathroom door closing, Qiao Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly put the box in the innermost part of the drawer, and when she was sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary, she got up and walked towards the bed.

Su Mingyuan went back to the bedroom at this time and went to the bathroom to wash up, indicating that he was going to sleep here tonight.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yue's heart was a little complicated.

After experiencing what happened just now, when facing Su Mingyuan, Qiao Yue always felt weird, a little embarrassed, and even a little ashamed.

was considered by him again and again to be a self-righteous and amorous person, Qiao Yue's heart was very uncomfortable.

If it was someone else, she wouldn't have to care, but it was Su Mingyuan who she cared about the most.

Qiao Yue sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it for a while, knowing that Su Mingyuan was about to come out of the bathroom.

She simply went to bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down on her side in the innermost part of the bed.

When Su Mingyuan came out, he saw that Qiao Yue had already gone to bed, lying on his side, leaving him with a slender back and a large blank sheet.

He paused as he walked to the bed, his gaze like water, slightly cool.

But there was a pause in his footsteps, and he continued to walk towards the bed.

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