If I'm writing a novel, the reader will reflexively think of something. But what I have to say is that after he said these three words, he leaned down and kissed me gently with his cold lips. His lips were like dragonflies standing on the surface of the water, and they stayed in my eye sockets for a long time, like a romantic hero kissing the tears that the heroine was about to fall.

At that moment, I suddenly felt like crying.

The gentleness like a dragonfly in the water, the whole world, as if there are only two of us left. And I finally knew who I could rely on a little bit.

As he left, I couldn't help but open my eyes, only to see his back behind him closing the door. I guess I had a dream, but I shouldn't have woken up, so that when I look back on this night years later, all I can think of is his familiar and unfamiliar back.

Under the blurry and bright night sky of Copenhagen, I would still weep over this kiss of infinite affection and detachment, and then remember the three words he had said in my ear.

Those three words are not "I love you".

Rather, I'm sorry.

I think it may be Aunt Liu pointing to the sofa, and then I heard Xie Chen approaching me, and I look very much like listening to the corner of the wall now, so I had to close my eyes in a hurry and pretend to be sleeping.

Xie Chen stood next to me and paused, my eyes opened slightly, and found that he was standing next to me staring at me, I was looked at by him as insecure, and was about to make a move that had just woken up, but I didn't expect him to suddenly bend down and pick me up.

I was held in his arms smoothly, and I didn't dare to come out of the nervous atmosphere, and I regretted the fake sleep just now. Even though my eyes were closed, I could detect him carrying me into his room. There was still a choking smell of smoke in his room, and I couldn't help but hold my breath.

He carefully laid me on his large soft bed as if I were a fine porcelain, covered me with a quilt, and took off my shoes. The whole process was very slight, as if I was afraid of waking me up. I could not but be amazed at this unexpected pride of grace, and through the slight squinting of my eyes I saw that he was sitting on the edge of the bed at my feet, facing me sideways, and I could not see the expression on his face except for the thin strands of his hair hanging down.

He just sat there in that position, not knowing what he was thinking. My muscles tightened together, as if he could see through my disguise at the slightest movement. Until his mobile phone rang like rain in time, and when he lowered his head to answer the phone, I quickly snorted and turned over.

His mobile phone ringtone is very simple, it is the most quaint kind of ringtone. But at this time, the ringtone rang for a long time, and he kept staring at the phone screen, as if he was in a difficult position to answer the call. Perhaps afraid that the ringing of his phone would wake me up, he got up and went into the bathroom after one look at me, and then locked it.

I was suspicious of him, curious about his mysterious behavior. His voice was so low that I couldn't make out what he was saying through the thick glass door. But for some reason, I pricked up my ears and wondered what the hell he had called. I held my breath and focused all my attention on the bathroom, but he clearly deliberately turned the faucet on purpose, and I couldn't hear anything but the sound of running water.

It took about three or five minutes before he finally hung up the phone. But before that, I was already lying under the covers with lightning speed.

I'm glad I had this fake sleep, because only then did I have the opportunity to know what he did when I "didn't know". But when I look back after a long time, I feel sad that he has done so much behind me, but only this time I know.

In a sad voice, he whispered three words in my ear.