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Tonight, the evening breeze is caressing, and the blue sky is filled with stars that look like ice balls, crystal clear.
It's just that there is a man under the starry sky who is particularly lonely and lonely.
The man stood quietly outside the clean villa area, looking up at the soft light on the balcony, secretly feeling sad.
Yu Keqing had been refusing to see him, so he could only stand quietly downstairs and look at the light from her balcony.
Even if he can't see her, he can feel that she is in this room, and his heart will feel safer.
The night sky became darker and darker, the villa area became quieter and quieter, and the lights on the balcony finally went out.
This house looks particularly quiet under the night sky.
However, he still did not leave, still standing there upright, staring at the dark window in a daze.
His posture is very upright, like a towering tree, fluttering in the night wind.
His eyes were deep, but lacked energy and looked tired.
Because last night, he had stood here all night, and he didn't leave until dawn.
Tonight, he was the same, planning to stand until dawn.
He slowly folded the paper in his hand and turned it into a paper airplane.
Then write a line of words on it and fly it towards Yu Keqing's balcony.
All night long, he repeated these three steps.
Fold over and over again, write over and over again, fly over again and again...
The night wind is getting colder and colder, and the stars are slowly sinking to the west.
Countless people are sleeping sweetly and comfortably in warm quilts.
Cheng Haochen didn't know how many paper airplanes he folded and how many sentences he wrote.
His slender hands were also worn red from repeating the same action for a long time.
The palms of my hands were also blown cold by the night wind.
The handsome face was covered with wind and frost, and the skin on his face began to wrinkle, full of fatigue...
The sky finally began to turn white, and faint light slowly emerged from the horizon.
Gradually there are more and more and they become brighter and brighter.
The city, which had been silent for a night, began to become lively again.