Then it happened, and after they separated, he never looked at a girl so intently, nor did he meet anyone who could make his heart move.

Everyone says that time can change everything, but in his case, it seems to be useless.

For eight years, two thousand nine hundred and twenty days and nights, seventy thousand and eighty hours, his love for her did not change in the slightest.

If they can ignore the fault line of the past eight years and pretend that nothing has changed, can they go back to eight years ago, the night when they watched the stars together?

A touch of sadness gradually appeared in Su Mingyuan's eyes, and he slowly leaned down and gently dropped a kiss on Qiao Yue's smooth forehead.

This kiss carries eight years of longing and affection, but also with deep pain and unwillingness.

Su Mingyuan glanced at Qiao Yue deeply, got up and got out of bed.

He placed the tablet on the bedside table, and just as he was about to walk out, he heard a sound behind him, and a low whisper.

Su Mingyuan's body subconsciously stopped, and when he turned around, he saw Qiao Yue, who was originally lying face in, had turned over and faced him.

Her lips squirmed slightly, making a low voice, and she stretched out her arms as if she wanted to hold something.

Su Mingyuan's heart moved, and then he leaned down and approached, wanting to hear what she said.

His ear was close to her mouth, and he heard Qiao Yue whispering: "Don't go......"

Qiao Yue's voice was very soft, so light that if you didn't get close and listen carefully, you could barely hear it.

But Su Mingyuan still heard her words clearly, his heart tightened, and his eyes became complicated.

He knew that Qiao Yue was asleep now, and what she said was a dream talk, an unconscious act, but Su Mingyuan's heart was still touched fiercely.

Su Mingyuan didn't plan to leave, but he just planned to go downstairs to pour a glass of water, and then come back, because there was still thunder outside, he was not at ease and unwilling to leave Qiao Yue here alone.

Su Mingyuan turned around, sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Qiao Yue's shoulder, as if coaxing a child, his expression was so soft that he couldn't speak.

After a long while, Qiao Yue, who had been appeased, was a lot more stable in her sleep, and her slightly frowning brows calmed down.

Looking at Qiao Yue, who was as sleepy as ever, Su Mingyuan slowly stopped her slapping movements, pulled the quilt over her exposed arm, and then left the room gently.

Before going out, Su Mingyuan couldn't help but turn his head and look at Qiao Yue on the bed.

Under the warm yellow bedside lamp, Qiao Yue fell asleep like a baby, her long hair scattered on the pillow, revealing her beautiful and fair face.

Thinking of Qiao Yue's defenseless attachment to him just now, if she was in a sober state, would she still treat herself like this.

Su Mingyuan sighed slightly, closed the door gently, and left.

When he came to the kitchen downstairs, Su Mingyuan didn't pour water, but opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a glass.

Su Mingyuan leaned lightly on the bar, his white and slender fingers holding the goblet, swaying slightly.

The bewildering crimson liquid sways in the clear crystal glass, exuding an enticing booque.

But Su Mingyuan's attention was not attracted by the wine in his hand, but looked at the dark and rainy night outside the window.

His eyes were beautiful, his eyelashes were dark and thick, and his eyes were as bright as obsidian, combining wisdom and composure, but with an unstoppable sharpness.

It was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything but the rain on the glass.

In fact, he didn't concentrate on what he wanted to see, because at this time, his mind was full of Qiao Yue's appearance.

The way she curled up on the bed, the way she fell asleep, the way she was stabbed by her own words like knives......

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