The room was dim and unlit, except for the cool moonlight shining through the windows.

Qian Chiye could feel that Qian Yidie, who was trapped in the crook of his arm, had been tense, and was not in a state of complete relaxation.

She was visibly still uneasy.

"Can't sleep?" Qian Chiye asked softly.

Qian Yidie leaned back in his arms, just opened his eyes, and did not answer.

"Why don't I go sleep outside."

Qian Yidie turned around, put her hand around Qian Chiye's waist, and explained in a low voice: "...... I'm just not used to it yet, not because of what happened before. ”

Qian Chiye smiled: "I know." ”

"So you have to get used to it slowly."

"Actually, I can't sleep either."

Qian Yidie looked up at him, her dark eyes were shining, and said, "Then let's chat?" ”

Qian Chiye looked down at her in his arms, unconsciously rolled his Adam's apple, and his voice was hoarse: "Shall I tell you a story?" ”

Qian Yidie shook her head and refused: "I'm not a child." ”

Qian Chiye's hand at her side carefully tentatively lifted the hem of her clothes.

The moment her fingertips touched Qian Yidie's skin, Qian Yidie obviously shrank, her face was flushed, and her dark eyes looked at Qian Chiye shyly.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and neither of them looked away.

Qian Chiye moved his body closer to Qian Yidie, and his breathing was obviously much shorter than before.

The hot and humid breath hit Qian Yidie's face, and Qian Yidie only felt that the temperature was rising, and her skin looked like an ant was biting.

The mood is complicated, but the brain is blank.

Qian Chiye kissed carefully, observing Qian Yidie's reaction at all times, afraid that it would cause Qian Yidie's discomfort.

Qian Yidie's mind will indeed remember their last time, and it was also her first time.

At that time, the panic, helplessness and despair can still clearly surface in her mind, and her body will instinctively resist, but she is trying to endure, wanting to erase those unbearable memories and break her own demons.

She kept telling herself that the Qian Chiye in front of her was no longer the angry and cruel demon at that time.

In fact, Qian Chiye's every movement was gentle and careful, and his eyes were full of pity.

"Fluttershy......" he whispers her name in her ear.

Qian Yidie, who had been closing her eyes, opened her eyes, her eyes were already moist, and tears slipped down her sideburns in the blink of an eye.

Qian Chizhi wiped away the tears from her face distressedly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "...... May I? ”

Qian Yidie pursed her lips nervously, looked away from Qian Chiye's gaze a little shyly, and nodded slightly.

“…… Take it easy. ”

The same room, the same Qian Chiye, but for Qian Yidie, they are two completely different moods.

Once to destroy, once to heal.

The night is cold, but the heart is warm.

She figured that this time the madness and impulsiveness was not a bad decision.

At least now she tasted what it was like to be loved.

The next morning, it was raining lightly outside the window, the sky was overcast, and the wind blew the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Qian Chiye woke up for a long time, but he kept the posture he had when he woke up, quietly looking at Qian Yidie, who was still asleep.

He took her left hand and rubbed the pitted nail on her ring finger.

There was remorse and pity in his eyes, and he secretly vowed to love the girl in his arms for the rest of his life.

It is repayment, atonement, and a sweet gift.