Bei Xijue's voice contained complaints as he led her upstairs.
Ai Xueer followed silently, but only she knew how difficult every step she took was.
In the second room upstairs, even if she closed her eyes, she knew that it was the room where she had lived for nearly a year.
Bei Xijue stopped in front of the door and raised his hand, as if he was hesitating.
"Xue'er, come and open the door."
He did it on purpose.
Ai Xueer's heartbeat accelerated, her fingertips pinched the palm of her hand desperately, telling herself that she must be awake at this time.
The antique door was pushed open with a thick sound, as if this simple action took away all the courage she had accumulated for four years.
She closed her eyes and didn't dare to open them for a long time. She knew she was afraid, but she didn't know what she was afraid of or what she was afraid of seeing.
"Xue'er, do you like it?"
Bei Xijue asked from behind him, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and the scene in front of her made her feel like time was intertwined.
[ps: Since Beibei already knows that Ai Xueer is Shangguantang, from this chapter, Ai Xueer returns to her name Shangguantang, okay]
The pink series all over the room were what Bei Muyun had prepared for her when she first came to Bei's house. The furnishings in the room still looked so familiar and warm.
However, Shangguantang knew that everything would not start over just because the decoration of the room had not changed. Ouyang Fan died and Gong Yuzhu died, but everything that happened in the past four years would not disappear with their deaths.
She didn't know why they died, and she didn't want to pursue it. In her heart, she once felt that their deaths were deserved. Without them, how could she be where she is today?
"Xue'er, do you like it?"
Bei Xijue stepped forward and tried to gently put his hand on her shoulder. Shangguantang avoided it reflexively, but was caught by something under his feet and almost fell down.
Bei Xijue bent down to pick up the thing that caught Shangguan Tang at her feet. She narrowed her eyes slightly and could hardly bear the impact of that thing.
It was the nightgown she tore when he was in love with her the night before her accident. The nightgown was sexy and the type he liked, so he tried every means to force her to wear it.
She felt uncomfortable in her heart, and her eyes moved bit by bit. Sure enough, the bed was messy and the drawer was open. She remembered that at that time, she didn't want to get pregnant, so she asked him to take precautions. He opened the drawer to make sure it was safe.
The set has been used up.
He even retained these traces. Why, did he want to ridicule her and let her know how stupid she was four years ago?
"Xue'er——"
Bei Xijue's distant voice floated into my ears, as if it had been isolated for a long, long time, but it sounded so harsh.
"go out!"
She couldn't control her emotions and looked at Bei Xijue sharply, her sharp eyes wanting to kill the man in front of her.
Bei Xijue's tall body trembled. The silk pajamas he held in his hands were cool, but they couldn't compare to the place deep in his heart that had been cold for four years.
Now, the woman he has loved and longed for for four years is right in front of him. God knows how much he wants to step forward and hold her tightly in his arms, kiss her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips, everything about her...