wasting time with you

Chapter 1 Wedge: A Night of Unrequited Love

Standing quietly on the top of the [-]th floor building, An Yiruo lowered her long eyelashes, sealing the turbulent emotions in the bottom of her eyes, letting the cold wind rage.

Some kind of seductive atmosphere seemed to spread silently, she raised her head, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

The fluctuating mood was suppressed, allowing sobriety to replace sadness.

Under the bright and lofty night sky, a man watched her back silently, his eyes were deep, dark, complex and concerned.

He was silent for a long time, and even An Yiruo couldn't hold his breath anymore. She turned around and accused her in an aggrieved tone: "You are a real person, at least try to comfort me? At this time, there is another drama where silence is golden." Now, aren't you usually the most eloquent?"

How does this compare with then.

The man scratched his hair innocently, and narrow tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Do you know how long you've been venting? It's cold and windy tonight, and I'm so cold that I'm about to die.”

Only then did she realize that the man's coat was draped over her body. In the cold winter months, he was only wearing a casual coat.

It was - very personable.

Without grace, she chuckled, "Comrade Captain, who is handsome, capable of writing and martial arts, and loves the motherland and the people, is also afraid of the cold?"

The man was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and he protested dissatisfiedly, "If you are in a bad mood in the future, you must use another way to torture people. I can't bear it no matter how cold I am." He stomped his feet and put his hands to his mouth to warm himself up, looking completely cold.

Somewhat exaggerated ingredients.

But the gratitude and emotion in my heart couldn't be controlled at all.

Quietly emotional.

"I will give you back the hug I borrowed from you. Cry as much as you want while there is no one around." The man stood tall and straight in front of her, shielding her from the biting cold wind of the winter night, Stretching out his long arms, he embraced her whole body, "I know that forgetting is very difficult, but when the past becomes unrecognizable, we have no choice but to forget." On his chest, "An Yiruo, you have me!"

The firm tone, the soft voice, with the power of demagogy, easily weakened her.The strong mask cracked in an instant, and tears flowed across the face and flowed into the mouth, salty to bitter.

On the night of forgetting love, she finally understood: in love, you can't get what you want just by smashing your body to pieces.

And the sentence "You have me", which is not like a love sentence, can reflect the weight of commitment far more than the sentence "I love you".

(End of this chapter)