He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and didn't stay for a moment, then went downstairs with the key and started the car to leave Jingshan Villa.

The rain is still falling, dripping and dripping, and there is no tendency to stop.

Before Aunt Liu left, she went to the bedroom on the second floor to take a look at Qiao Yue, and saw that she was nothing unusual, so she quietly withdrew, closed the door, and went downstairs to leave.

In fact, Su Mingyuan looks cold, but he still treats people very well.

Since she worked in the valley villa, not only did she work less and her salary was high, but she also never deducted her salary on the day of her leave, and she would still be paid as usual if she left work half an hour early on a rainy day like this.

Aunt Liu is a person who knows how to repay her kindness, so she is very careful and attentive when she works in the valley villa.

When Su Mingyuan returned to the villa, Aunt Liu had already left.

Instead of driving the car directly into the villa's garage, he parked on the side of the road outside the gate.

Su Mingyuan sat quietly in the car, and he looked up at the window on the upper left, which was the bedroom where Qiao Yue was.

Because of the rainy day, the windows were closed, but the curtains were not drawn.

The weather was gloomy, the sky was already dark at five o'clock, and at such a distance, in this direction, only the dark windows and the white curtains hanging on the side could be seen.

Su Mingyuan didn't move, like a perfect statue, staring at the window motionlessly, as if through the dark window, he could see the person he was thinking about.

The deep pitch-black pupils were bottomless, and they contained too many complex emotions, and these emotions he couldn't reveal in front of anyone, especially Qiao Yue.

The rain did not stop, the twilight became thicker and thicker, and the black car was shrouded in a twilight rain and fog, like a lonely boat drifting on the sea, unusually lonely.

also felt boundless loneliness, as well as Su Mingyuan sitting in the car.

In the past eight years, he has been accustomed to loneliness and darkness, but when he met Qiao Yue again, he suddenly realized that deep in his heart, his desire for light and her was so strong.

It turned out that the desire for Qiao Yue in his heart was so strong, but in the past eight years, he forced himself to forget and buried everything about her in the deepest part of his heart.

In the dead of night, when his thoughts and longings for her were stirring in his heart, he always numbed himself with cigarettes and alcohol.

Su Mingyuan turned his head and glanced at the place where lighters and cigarettes were used to be placed in the car, but there was nothing at this time.

He remembered that night, Qiao Yue said to him, "Smoking is not good for your health", he can understand that she not only hates the smell of smoke, but also cares about him a little.

Thinking of this, a trace of warmth gradually appeared in Su Mingyuan's indifferent and deep eyes, although this little happiness came so far-fetched.

The rain seemed to have subsided a little bit more than it had just been, and the sky had almost completely lost its light.

The street lights began to come on, shining brightly on the wet ground.

The villas in the distance were already lit up with warm lights, and in front of them, the whole villa was still shrouded in night.

Except for the lights in the garden and on the surrounding walls, it was still pitch black in the villa.

The lights on the black walls of the garden are set and will turn on automatically when the time comes.

Su Mingyuan knew that Qiao Yue was still sleeping, and Aunt Liu said that she had been sleeping since she ate a little porridge in the afternoon.

I don't know how she's doing now.