After a moment, his thick voice rang out: "Yu Keqing, what do you mean?"
What do you mean?...Actually, she doesn't know what she means.
Maybe she couldn't bear to leave him, maybe she wanted to hug him for the last time, maybe she wanted him to stay a little longer.
Maybe, not maybe, she just couldn't help herself...
"I'm getting married tomorrow?" This sentence came out of his lips word by word, but his voice seemed to be frozen, still so plain.
Her heart felt like it had been whipped hard. Although she knew he was getting married soon, she still felt so heartbroken when she heard these words.
Her tears flowed down his back, soaking a large piece of his suit, and his shoulders shook violently.
His eyes blinked slightly, but his expression was still so indifferent, "The matter is now over, nothing can be changed anymore...let me go."
She knew that nothing could be changed now, and she wanted to let go of him, but her hands wouldn't obey her orders.
It's like it's grown on him and he can't move at all.
Cheng Haochen closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
After a long time, he took a deep breath, and his voice was a little hoarse and calm: "If you don't let me go, you will regret it."
He spoke very slowly, with a sense of oppression in his voice, and an unknown emotion in his tone.
Yu Keqing seemed not to hear anything, her head still pressed tightly against his back, and her hands still hugged him tightly involuntarily.
Her tears became more and more powerful, like a faucet that could not be stopped no matter how hard it was turned on, as if she wanted to drain it all at once.
Cheng Haochen's originally steady breathing began to become slightly rapid, and his body trembled slightly in her embrace.
In the dark space, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and a subtle breath flowed.
He opened his eyes, and his dark pupils were as dark as the space. He stared steadily at the invisible space, and the unknown emotion in his eyes became more and more intense.
He closed his eyes again, took an infinitely deep breath, suddenly turned around, and pressed Yu Keqing against the door.
He looked down at her quietly, his breath blowing heavily on her face, causing a slight burning sensation.
Yu Keqing felt that this breath was very familiar, very familiar, as familiar as her own.