There is a kind of flower that only blooms in the night; when the sun arrives, it is the mont these flowers wither, and he is like this flower, destined to wander in the darkness and on the edge of a blade for his whole life, never seeing the sunlight.
But suddenly one day, a small beam of sunlight entered that dark world.
If one has never witnessed the sorrow of withering, how can one know the beauty of blooming?
If one has never felt the warmth of the sun, how can one know that the end of the vast dark night is the glimr of hope on the horizon?
Will he wait for that day?
He doesn’t know. He only knows that in the depths of his heart, there lies a secret, a secret he will guard with all his life.
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"Brother Yan, what did you say to Brother Pei?" The two lay in bed, Yun Ya wide awake, listening to the sounds of wind and rain outside the window, she suddenly asked.
Yan Song glanced down at her, "Just so random chat. Why are you asking this? Go to sleep; we need to leave here early in the morning."
Yun Ya replied discontentedly, "What could you two possibly talk about? Nevermind if you don’t want to say, I’m too lazy to listen anyway."
Yan Song thought about the uncertain future and all possible changes, hating his helplessness, held her tightly, wishing ti could stop forever at this mont.
Yan Song’s kiss fell, enveloping her overwhelmingly.
Ning Zihuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking that Yan Song and Yun Ya were just next door, lying on the sa bed, what could they be doing? His mind instantly conjured up inappropriate images, and he scread and sat up straight.
"Can’t take it anymore."
Rushed out, he ca face to face with Qin Du, who was walking out of the kitchen with beer taken from the fridge. Ning Zihuan snatched it, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp.
Qin Du smiled helplessly, turned, and took another bottle.
"Drowning my sorrows with alcohol makes them all the more sorrowful, but I can’t be bothered," Ning Zihuan gulped again, glanced at Qin Du sideways, "You’re drinking in the middle of the night? Can’t sleep either?"
Qin Du didn’t bother to respond, holding a can of beer, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. As raindrops hit the window, leaving long trails on the transparent glass, it looked like tears of soone...
Twisted the cap open, taking a gulp.
"What does Yun Ya see in Yan Song, why does she like him? That pretentious face of his...." Ning Zihuan muttered.
Qin Du smiled; so naive, saying bluntly what he likes and dislikes, unlike himself...
He shook his head, people are different, what’s the point in pondering over this now? Yun Ya never belonged to him; even the ten years of companionship were just a mory in his life.
The two drank until late at night, both getting drunk, Qin Du murmuring softly, "Yaya...." filled with lancholy.
"Yun Ya, don’t marry that pretentious king Yan Song! I’ve loved you since I was a kid, you don’t know, when you first appeared, I thought you were an angel sent by heaven to save ... being close to you has been my dream since childhood, Yun Ya...." Drunk Ning Zihuan was being ridiculously loud and frightening.
Fu Bai and Jiang Xiang exchanged glances, what a scene... Young Master Yan and Miss Ji are still upstairs, how blatant these two are.
Pei Qinghan walked out slowly from the room, draped in a coat, with an indifferent elegance in his appearance, his gaze swept lightly over the two.
"Xiao Bai, help them back to their rooms."
"Yes." Fu Bai and Jiang Xiang walked over, each helping one up. Qin Du was more obedient, while Ning Zihuan was shouting and kicking. Jiang Xiang slapped him on the back, "Behave yourself." In the dark, she secretly pinched Ning Zihuan, bastard, if not for our boss, do you think you’re a match for Yun Ya?
Ning Zihuan suddenly collapsed against her, holding her tightly, persistently saying, "Yun Ya... Yun Ya, I like you, don’t marry that pretentious king Yan Song, he’s awful, being with him will be really tough...."
The man’s breath softly stirred Jiang Xiang’s ear, laced with a hint of intoxicating alcohol; her eyes were montarily dazed. In the next instant, she pushed Ning Zihuan away fiercely, her cheeks flushed with anger, "You should sleep in the streets."
Ning Zihuan plopped onto the ground, "Ouch, my butt."
Jiang Xiang snorted lightly in her heart, why not just let it break?
"Yun Ya, how can you treat like this?" As he spoke, he started crying, like a child, tears, and snot flowing together. Jiang Xiang found it both funny and infuriating, "A grown man crying like this, have you no sha?"
The next mont, Ning Zihuan fell sideways to the floor and completely passed out.
The world finally quieted, Jiang Xiang sighed in relief, propping Ning Zihuan up to walk him to his room. Despite his thin appearance, he was surprisingly heavy, almost crushing her.
Pei Qinghan smiled helplessly; this world is full of forlorn people...
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