The waiter subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to explain, but when the words came to his mouth, he touched the eyes of the first generation zero, and all the words were dumb in his throat and he couldn't spit it out.

It was the worst experience of her gold medal waitress, she thought.

Not one of them.

Joan stepped on high heels, wore a red dress, carried the medicinal wine, took the room card from Beisansan, went to the Lijing Five-Star Hotel, and opened the door of room 1069.

"Ding" sound.

The sound of the electronic lock opening sounded.

Joan took a deep breath, but couldn't press the doorknob, and pushed the door to meet the people inside.

The man who had been waiting inside for a long time seemed to hear the movement.

His eyes moved.

This is an ocean view room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the azure sea and the sea cascading down the stairs to a small marble private pool.

The man sat on the top of the steps, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand and a few empty wine bottles poured on the side, leaning back against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up in the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

His magnificent face is a little unreal because of the backlight, only the eyes are cold and dark, and the whole body is lifeless, like a dead plant, cold and stubborn clinging to the darkness, but it is endless, absorbing what power, the blackened fog around him is entrenched around, and it is getting richer and richer.

The sea breeze outside the window blows on the window, like the cry of seagulls in the distance, and the hotel has a wall made of glass, allowing the sunlight outside to shine into this room without reservation.

Bright.

But there was only one of him, covered with shadows, hidden deep in the darkness, and he sat there, looking at the door, as if he was expecting something, and as if he was afraid of something.

Time seems to stand still.

Joan brewed her emotions and pushed the door in.

The red figure crashed into the eye, like firelight, illuminating the darkness under the eyes.

Lu Jingjie couldn't help but clench the wine bottle in his hand.

Qiao Ann saw Lu Jingjie.

He was a little different from before, he seemed to be thinner, and he seemed to be colder, even in the bright room, the blackened fog around him also obscured the dazzling sunlight behind him.

Wrap him in darkness.

She pursed her lips and walked over slowly.

Step by step.

As Lu Jingjie approached, his eyes slowly lit up with starlight, one after another, little by little, gradually converging into the Milky Way, and his cold eyes seemed to have become a boundless universe, vast and immense, with bright starlight, and life.

Joan walked up to his side and slowly crouched down, making eye level with him.

"Jing Mao?" Qiao An reached out and touched Lu Jingjie's fingers, shook his fingers, and smiled slightly, gorgeous and dazzling.

The touch of his skin made him feel conscious, and the temperature of his palms made his whole person come alive, and the cold breath of dead silence slowly dissipated, as if the dry land met raindrops, and the withered plants coincided with new life, moistening the soil and growing young leaves.

The sunlight outside the house seemed to change, shining on him, dispelling the darkness that was entrenched around him.

He said, "Joan? ”

The voice is hoarse, as if in a dream, with something unreal, and it seems to be desperately grasping something.

Qiao An looked at him, her eyes were gentle as water, and she said softly, "I'm here." ”

The sound in the mirror made him move, he looked behind him, or looked at the sky, and saw the real flowers and the bright moon in the sky, so real, right in front of him.

He squeezed Joan's hand and said, "Do you like it here?" ”