After the party broke up, Yu Keqing walked out of the door. The evening breeze blew, and her drunken head felt a little dizzy. She couldn't help but cover her head.
When a man at the dinner table saw this, a different kind of smile appeared on his lips. He walked up to Yu Keqing and said with a smile: "Miss Yu, you feel uncomfortable after drinking, why don't I take you home."
Just as Yu Keqing was about to refuse, a slightly thick voice sounded from behind her, "Miss Yu and I are on the same road, I'm here to see her off."
Of course Yu Keqing knew whose voice it was, and she slowly turned her head to look at him.
Under the light, there was still no expression on his face, as if the words were not spoken by him.
Yu Keqing couldn't tell whether she was more happy or sad.
Since they are all going their separate ways, why bother getting involved together anymore.
Sitting in his car again, I felt a sense of silent sadness.
It was very quiet in the car, so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.
There is an oppressive atmosphere.
Maybe he couldn't stand such a depressing atmosphere, so he opened the car window and let in the gentle evening breeze.
The breeze stirred his hair, casting a faint shadow on his plump forehead.
The lights on the roadside shone on his extraordinary face, flickering on and off, making his outline a bit blurry.
Yu Keqing couldn't stand the atmosphere either, so she turned her head out the window and stared at the hazy night in the distance.
The sorrow in my heart surged up layer after layer
There was silence all the way, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt like it was about to explode.
He suddenly took a deep breath, and an unknown feeling filled the quiet car.
Yu Keqing moved her lips with difficulty, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
He flicked the switch in the car, and a magnetic yet sad song came from the radio.
When the two of them heard this, the atmosphere in the carriage fell into an unprecedented state of confusion.
What is playing on the radio is "How Much Love Can Come Again" by Huang Zhongkun.
"...Why do we still have to separate in the end despite loving each other? Are we always lingering outside the door of our hearts... And I gradually understand that you are still my constant concern. How much love can come back, how many people are willing to wait...
…When love has gone through many changes, do you still have the courage to love…”
Huang Zhongkun's plaintive voice filled the carriage, like a knife, stirring up waves of unspeakable pain that penetrated his heart and sounded like bones.