Chu Weilan was suppressed by him. She gasped heavily, and she didn't even have the strength to scold him. Of course, she didn't have the strength to answer his questions.

Her face was pale, her red lips slightly opened because of her breathing, and her shiny eyes stared at him without a moment, as if she was crying and laughing.

"Wei Lan..." Ji Yanzheng pressed against her forehead, his chest kept undulating, and his voice was very low and heavy, "I know, it's not because you hate me, but because you love me too much."

So he can't stand his disloyal.

"That's right." Chu Weilan took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "So, you will understand if I go to the second bedroom to sleep, right?"

Ji Yanzheng stared at her with black eyes, and after a while, he spoke softly: "I promise not to bother you anymore, isn't this okay?"

The man's tone was a bit undetectable.

Chu Weilan felt sad and resisted the urge to cry.

"No. Ji Yanzheng, we should not meet before I join the group." She said word by word.

Ji Yanzheng's pupils suddenly magnified and his breathing became extremely heavy.

"Chu Weilan." He used force on his hand, and his tall body approached her more and more. "What do you mean is, are you going to separate from me?"

"No, not to separate." She suddenly smiled softly, "I'm trying to let you go, so we'll all be better. If I succeed, we can be a harmonious couple."

However, this sentence did not make Ji Yanzheng feel relaxed or comforted. His cheeks were very tight, and he seemed to be abnormally repelling this practice, but he could not find any reason to refute it.

Because he knew she was right, he could not selfishly ask her to love him as much as before. Now her feelings for him have become the culprit that torture her.

However, even though he knew this truth, he still could not bear the result. He could not imagine that one day he would become an insignificant existence in her life.

Ji Yanzheng didn't know whether it was possessiveness or the obsession left in his subconscious mind.

"Weilan..." He called her name softly, but then he became speechless and could only bite his cheeks tightly.

Chu Weilan clearly saw resistance and repulsion on his face, and even a little helpless and panic.

Chu Weilan suddenly closed her eyes, as if she didn't want him to shake his decision.

"If you have no objection, can you let me leave?" She spoke hoarsely and calmly.

"No." The man spitted out this word, and his voice seemed to be a little deeper. "I won't bother you when you go filming, but we should live together for the remaining three days."

"It's only three days, what's the difference?" Chu Weilan said, holding back the crying sound in his throat.

"You are very uneasy when you go to bed at night." The man rolled his Adam's apple, "I'm not sure you'll sleep alone."

"Achen and Qing'er slept in the same bed, and you were not worried." Chu Weilan had a expressionless face.

"You often talk in your sleep and call my name." Ji Yanzheng looked at her, "At least at that time, I can hold you. Then you can sleep more peacefully."

Chu Weilan was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Impossible!" She intuitively denied.

If it were the three years after he disappeared, she might have called his name in her dream, but now, it is absolutely impossible!

However, Ji Yanzheng did not make fun of her, nor did he argue. He just looked at her silently, as if there was no emotion in his dark eyes, and it seemed that there was too much emotion hidden.

Chu Weilan was so angry that he was staring at him, and his face became even more flushed.

"Ji Yanzheng!"

"I need you."

The two almost spoke in unison, but compared to Chu Weilan's voice rising when she was furious, Ji Yanzheng's voice was very low.

So, Chu Weilan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say?"

The man held her waist and his voice was hoarse, saying word by word: "Wei Lan, there is a voice in my heart that keeps telling me that I can't lose you, otherwise I will definitely regret it."

Chu Weilan's nose felt sore, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "So what."

"I'm so happy to hear you calling my name in your dream." He pressed against her forehead and the Adam's apple slid.

No, it was not just happiness, but peace of mind. That feeling was like seeing a lighthouse in the vast ocean. He knew that as long as she was there, he would always be able to return to normal.

Chu Weilan took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling: "But I'm not happy."

Ji Yanzheng breathed a little.

Yes, no matter how many reasons there were, there was no way to hide this fact-he had been asking for it, but his efforts were so stiff and forced, and she could see the nothingness in his heart at a glance.

"Ji Yanzheng, I just want to take a breath for the time being. Do you even refuse to give me this opportunity?" She said softly, her voice tinkering with a crying voice.

Ji Yanzheng's thin lips moved, and it took him a long time to speak slowly: "No."

Rationally, he knew what to do, but he was worried that if he let go today, would her lamp never light up for her again?

Until he meets her eyes.

Chu Weilan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes washed by tears were clean and transparent, clearly writing: Since that's the case, why are you still unwilling to let go?

Ji Yanzheng once again felt the pain, subtle and inconspicuous, but it made him unable to ignore it. He looked at her for a long time and finally relaxed the strength in his hands.

"You stay here, I'll go to the room to sleep." The man stroked her face, "Chu Weilan, if you don't want to see me, you should drive me away directly instead of choosing to leave by yourself."

Chu Weilan bit her lip and didn't say anything. Seeing Ji Yanzheng reaching out and holding the door handle, she gave in and watched the man's departure back.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that all her strength was being exhausted. There was a voice in her heart shouting loudly that she would not leave, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she finally said no word.

She stood there for a while, returned to the big bed in the bedroom like a wandering soul, and lay down silently.

Tears slid silently and hit the pillow.

She thought that being separated from him would make her feel more relaxed, but it didn't. Why... she seemed to be even more sad.

She slept alone in this room for three years, but she had never been as hard as tonight. She still retained a trace of hope when she was in pain, but today, she felt that even the glimmer of hope was wiped out.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the dark room, not sure how long it took to fall asleep.

When I woke up, my headache was split.
Chapter completed!