It was as if there were invisible hands, tightly pinching his neck, making him breathless.

He was the only one in the room, and he could hear his own heartbeat, very slow, very heavy, and every time he beat, he could feel the very clear, piercing pain emanating from his heart.

It really hurts, his teeth tremble in pain, he breaks out in cold sweat in pain, and he feels cold from the bottom of his heart.

Instinctively, he raised his hand holding the cigarette, held the cigarette to his mouth, and took a hard puff.

Before he met her, he only thought about setting off He Yuguang's excellence, smoking, drinking, fighting, and doing everything.

After he met her, he knew that she didn't like the smell of smoke, so he forced himself to quit smoking.

He has a great addiction to smoking, whenever he is in a bad mood, the addiction to smoking is particularly strong, at that time, he will light a cigarette to relieve it, but he never allows himself to smoke, unless it is a particularly sad time.

He can smoke, but when he takes a puff of cigarette, he forgets how to spit it out, and he chokes on himself.

He clutched his chest, bent down, and coughed violently, coughing and coughing, and a layer of mist appeared under his eyes.

When he stopped coughing, He Jichen didn't know, and when he came to his senses, the smoke on his fingertips had burned to the end, and he was about to burn his fingers.

He extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, slowly straightened up, and found his phone.

About fifteen minutes ago, Ji Yi probably saw that he hadn't responded for a long time, and sent him a new message: "Brother Yu Guang, have you slept?" ”

After an interval of about three minutes, she also sent a message: "Good night, Brother Yu Guang, it's not early, I'm asleep too." ”

He Jichen stared at the screen for a while, still didn't reply, put down his phone, he lit another cigarette, stared at the deep night outside the window, as if he was caught in some kind of entanglement and distress, and smoked without a mouthful.

He didn't know how many cigarettes he smoked, only that he ended up with bitterness in his mouth, and he hadn't made a decision yet.

He got out of bed, wrung a bottle of water, drank most of the bottle, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stood quietly for a long time, and finally turned back to the bed, found He Yuguang's mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and clicked into Ji Yi's name.

Seeing such a long string of words from her, he really wanted to comfort her.

But as soon as he thought that what he wanted to say to her, but he had to say it in the identity of He Yuguang, he would become hesitant and struggling.

He Jichen clicked on the keyboard, only knocked twice, and then stopped.

Only when she faces He Yuguang, will she show the truest side of her heart, just like when she is young, what pleasant things happened to her at school, unpleasant things, conflicts with her classmates, who did something to make her unhappy, she will never tell him, she will only tell He Yuguang after returning home.

So there were some comforting words, even if he wanted to say them to her, he couldn't talk to her.

He Jichen pursed the corners of his lips silently, his fingertips moved again, and with the sound of "da-da-da" hitting the keyboard, He Jichen clearly saw the deepest helplessness and sadness in his heart.

He always wanted her to be happy.

Even if behind her happiness, he was wronged.

He Jichen stopped his movements, read the sentence he had just typed carefully, and finally pressed the send button.