Kyoto Night Kiss

After the video on the big screen finished playing, the banquet hall lights poured down, instantly filling the entire wedding venue.

All the darkness seemed to be exposed.

Lu Junhe's voice was deep: "You can marry that man if that's what you consider happiness."

"I won't let go; this is the happiness I want."

Qu Yun's temples throbbed. "Can you even speak human language? Lu Junhe, if I get married, you'll be the other woman. What right do you have to turn a blind eye?"

"Are we really going to squander that last bit of goodwill? We've already wasted four years already."

She believes that people should always learn from their mistakes.

Lu Junhe isn't that stupid.

"That wasn't an unnecessary fourth year." Lu Junhe lowered his eyes. "Qu Yun, even if you hadn't been pregnant back then, I still wouldn't have broken up with you."

Qu Yun paused for a moment, then held her breath.

Lu Junhe was reluctant to bring up these things; in his mind, one could never undo the past.

Even if he had the chance to go back, he could only make the same choice in that moment.

Let life be as it may.

"After your twentieth birthday, I proposed to my family that I wanted to marry you, but everyone objected."

"Back then, I was young and ambitious, single-mindedly focused on making a name for myself at work, just to shut them all up. Even without their support, I was determined to secure your future on my own."

"Qu Yun, I don't know why, but this has made me lose you."

He never intended to neglect her.

A lump formed in his throat as he listened to the melody.

She watched Lu Junhe drink, and then she started drinking too.

Ruan Zhilian kept watching Zhao Yao, who was standing alone on the balcony. He was supposed to be her groom, but now he was holding a wine bottle and dialing a number that was no longer in service.

She tried to step forward several times, but her legs wouldn't move.

The wedding ring on her ring finger was too big and slipped off.

Occasionally, someone would pass by and smile, wishing her a happy marriage.

Ruan Zhilian simply nodded slightly.

Happy wedding...

Why is there no one happy here?

She finally helped the drunk Zhao Yao back to the hotel.

As requested by Zhao Yao, the room for their wedding night was not specially decorated. Only a warm-toned floor lamp was turned on, casting a dim and ambiguous light.

During her first time alone in a room, Ruan Zhilian's ears burned with heat.

Zhao Yao leaned back on the sofa, his suit jacket taut, and he uncomfortably tugged at his tie.

Ruan Zhilian hesitated for a few seconds, then cautiously stepped forward, wanting to help him take off his coat.

The moment his fingertips touched the suit jacket, the heavily intoxicated man unconsciously murmured a name: "Yiran..."

Ruan Zhilian stood frozen in place.

She still didn't want Zhao Yao to feel bad, so she continued to help him loosen his tie.

Suddenly, Zhao Yao opened his eyes, gripped Ruan Zhilian's wrist tightly, and scoffed, "You're in such a hurry?"

Ruan Zhilian didn't argue. She nodded, her tone tinged with an unreadable bitterness: "Yes."

"This is, after all, our wedding night. Don't you know that a precious moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold?"

Zhao Yao curled his lips into a smile, his breath reeking of alcohol.

He lifted Ruan Zhilian's chin with a single finger, looked at her baby face that bore no resemblance to Xiang Yiran, and slowly leaned closer: "Then you can go wait on the bed."

"Take off your clothes, play with yourself, and get wet."

Finally, tears welled up in Ruan Zhilian's eyes.

The day before the wedding, her parents learned that their future son-in-law had a woman he loved very much and that they had broken up less than a month ago.

They advised her not to marry this kind of man, saying she would suffer greatly in the future, and that if she insisted on marrying him, none of her family members would attend the wedding.

Ruan Zhilian persisted in her own way.

Zhao Yao stood up unsteadily, his expression indifferent: "Why are you crying?"

"Didn't you rush to marry me?"

Qu Yun helped the drunk Lu Junhe back home, and she struggled to settle the man onto the bed.

The room was dark and shadowy, with the furniture outlines blurred into faint black shadows. Coupled with the small size of the single room, everything felt oppressive.

Qu Yun was in turmoil. She walked breathlessly to the window and opened it a crack.

The tide had receded under the cover of night, revealing the mudflats that had been submerged, covered with jagged, sharp rocks.

It's like what love looks like after it's faded.

It won't end well.

She turned to look at Lu Junhe lying on the bed. Perhaps because the bed was small, he was curled up uncomfortably.

Qu Yun did not step forward.

Let's just consider her a coward.

Rather than being smashed to pieces again in the future, it's better to back down from the start.

In this lifetime, just one heartfelt confession is enough to leave you battered and bruised.

When Qu Yun left, she gently closed the door.

In the darkness, Lu Junhe, who had been drunk, opened his eyes.

He didn't seem to say that he didn't want to be the other woman.

The guests who got drunk tonight can stay another night. Qu Yun glanced at the time and saw that there was still a boat to go back, so she planned to quickly pack her things and leave the island.

As soon as she entered the room she had stayed in the previous night, she saw a staff member in a hotel uniform.

The other person seemed startled as well. "I'm so sorry, I thought you had checked out, so I came in to clean."

Qu Yun had a headache and didn't pursue the matter, nor did she notice that the waiter had glanced at the bottled water on the table several times.

She opened her suitcase and stuffed all her clothes inside.

As I was getting up, I suddenly realized that my fingers were floating in mid-air.

What about the ring?

Qu Yun began rummaging through the room, and thankfully found it in the gap between the sofa and the drawers. She didn't wear it anymore and carefully put it into the compartment of her suitcase.

After tidying everything up, I was drenched in sweat.

Qu Yun went to the room to find water, unscrewed the bottle cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls before she felt a little better.

She realized something was wrong after she dragged her suitcase out of the room.

My breathing was disordered and I was burning up. My legs wouldn't obey me, and I would collapse to the ground after taking just a few steps. I also felt unbearably hot all over.

Qu Yun bumped into the wall, her vision going black and then bright.

She saw the elevator doors open in the hallway, and two strange men were walking towards her. If they were looking for her... if they wanted to get into her room...

They must have a universal room key on them!

Qu Yun's heart tightened, and almost instinctively, she opened the door to the single room. She saw that Lu Junhe was already awake and pointed outside the door.

When Lu Junhe rushed outside, the corridor was already empty.

He returned to the room and looked at Qu Yun, who was weak all over, with unfocused eyes and an abnormal flush on her face. He seemed to understand something.

Lu Junhe raised his hand and touched Qu Yun's cheek to check its temperature.

Qu Yun vaguely found the antidote that could soothe the restlessness in her body, like the only ice cube in a scorching desert, and she greedily wanted to suck it up.

But when she saw that it was Lu Junhe, she managed to hold back her emotions with her remaining rationality.

Qu Yun forcefully pushed the man away, her eyes filled with resistance, and her tone was clearly disgusted: "Don't touch me!"