Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

"Xu Qing..."

She called out softly.

No one answered.

Luo Qianyu's heart sank instantly.

She pushed the door open abruptly and turned on the light switch on the wall.

The blinding light instantly illuminated the entire room.

The bed was clean and tidy, the blankets were folded neatly, and there wasn't even a trace of the pillows being pressed down.

empty.

Luo Qianyu felt a "buzz" in her head, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

gone?

He left again?

Why leave?

Was it because of his previous lies? Or because of that damned script? Or was it because his father was too enthusiastic and scared him off?

Countless thoughts raced through my mind.

Luo Qianyu turned and ran away. She was going to chase after him, no matter where he ran. This time, even if she had to break his legs, she would tie him up and bring him back.

Just as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the terrace outside the floor-to-ceiling window out of the corner of her eye.

There was a dark figure there.

Luo Qianyu abruptly stopped in her tracks.

She slowly turned her head and held her breath.

The sliding door to the terrace was half open, and the white gauze curtains swayed gently in the night breeze.

Xu Qing sat on the rattan chair on the terrace.

Instead of his signature hoodie, he changed into a loose-fitting gray loungewear set. It was specially prepared by Luo Tianxiong, who said it was made of silk and good for the skin.

At this moment, this online novelist, whose net worth exceeds 100 million, is sitting with his legs crossed, holding a can of cola that he somehow found, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Hearing the noise inside, Xu Qing turned her head.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Luo Qianyu's eyes were red, her hair was messy, she was barefoot, and she was wearing that somewhat childish SpongeBob SquarePants pajama.

Xu Qing paused for a moment, then a playful smile appeared on her lips.

He raised the can of cola in his hand and shook it at Luo Qianyu.

"woke up?"

His voice was calm, devoid of any emotion, as natural as when they briefly lived together three years ago, and he would casually say hello when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Luo Qianyu didn't say anything.

She stared intently at Xu Qing, her chest heaving violently.

In that instant, a mix of grievances, fear, and anger welled up inside her, causing tears to stream down her face.

Xu Qing sighed.

He put down his cola, stood up, and slowly walked into the room.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Qing walked up to her, looked down at her bare feet, and frowned.

"If Luo Tianxiong knew I was at his house, letting his precious daughter walk barefoot on the floor, he'd probably break my legs tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu remained silent, only crying.

Large tears streamed down her face, hitting the floor.

Xu Qing shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to the bedside, picked up the men's slippers, and threw them at Luo Qianyu's feet.

"Put them on."

Luo Qianyu remained still.

"If you're not going to wear it, I'm leaving." Xu Qing made a move to walk out.

Luo Qianyu immediately slipped her feet into her slippers, her movements as swift as a startled rabbit.

The slippers were too big for her and looked rather comical.

Xu Qing couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this.

He walked back to the terrace, leaned against the railing, and pointed to the wicker chair next to him.

"Want to come sit for a while?"

Luo Qianyu sniffed, dragged her big slippers, and walked over.

The night breeze was a bit chilly.

Xu Qing took off his coat and tossed it to her.

Luo Qianyu caught the coat, which still carried his body heat and the faint scent of tobacco.

The emptiness in her heart was finally filled up a little.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Xu Qing picked up the cola again, took a sip, and gave her a playful look.

"A lone man and a lone woman, in the dead of night."

"Miss Luo Qianyu, you wouldn't happen to have some improper thoughts about me, would you?"

"Although I am currently living under your roof, eating and drinking your food, it doesn't mean I will sell my body."

"I'm a respectable person."

Xu Qing was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Luo Qianyu, who was still crying, almost laughed out of anger when she heard these words.

She wrapped Xu Qing's coat tighter around herself and glared at him fiercely.

Stop being so vain.

Her voice was hoarse from crying, sounding weak and lacking any real threat.

"Then what are you doing here?" Xu Qing raised an eyebrow. "Checking the rooms? Afraid I'll steal your stuff?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

Luo Qianyu blurted out.

After saying that, she paused for a moment, then lowered her head, her fingers gripping the edge of her coat tightly.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Xu Qing's smile slowly faded.

He looked at the girl in front of him with her head down.

The once dazzling and arrogant diva on stage is now as humble as a kitten afraid of being abandoned.

Xu Qing felt a slight prick in a certain part of her heart.

But he didn't show it.

"run?"

Xu Qing chuckled softly, turned around, and looked at the rolling mountains outside the manor and the faint lights of the city in the distance.

"Where do you want to run?"

"There's food and drink here, the mattress is a hundred times softer than my shabby basement, and the richest man in the world is my page. I'd be crazy to run away."

He spoke of it casually.

Luo Qianyu raised her head and looked at his back.

That figure looked very frail.

He has lost a lot of weight in the hospital these past few days.

She remembered what the doctor had said, his old injuries, and the way he sang in the rain in the cemetery.

A strong impulse surged into my heart.

Luo Qianyu stood up and took a step forward.

She wanted to hug him.

I wanted to hug him tightly from behind, press my face against his back, listen to his heartbeat, and make sure he was really alive and really here.

but.

Just as her hand was about to touch Xu Qing's clothes, she stopped.

His hand froze in mid-air.

I dare not fall behind.

What exactly is their relationship now?

Ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend?

Creditor and debtor?

Or... were they con artists and victims who conspired to stage a whole act?

Even though they had that kiss in the hospital, even though Xu Qing said he didn't blame her.

But can the pain and despair of those three years, those countless days and nights, that stood between the two really be erased?

Xu Qing is such a proud person.

He learned the whole truth.

He learned that he wasn't sick at all, that everything was a lie told by Sister Hong, and even that he had chosen to leave for the sake of his so-called "career".

Does he really not have a thorn in his heart?

Luo Qianyu looked at her hands.

These hands had once let go of him.

Now, do I still have the right to hug him?

She is afraid.

She was afraid that if she hugged him, Xu Qing would stiffen, pull away, or even push her away.

That rejection was more painful than killing her.

Luo Qianyu slowly withdrew her hand.

She sat back down in the wicker chair, burying her head in her knees like a child who had done something wrong.

Xu Qing did not turn around.

But he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, or rather, he was too familiar with Luo Qianyu.

He was so familiar with her that he could even sense changes in her breathing rate.

He heard faint footsteps behind him, felt the hand approaching, and then felt it retreat.

Xu Qing finished the last sip of cola.

He crushed the empty can and casually placed it on the railing.

"Smack."

The crisp metallic sound was particularly clear in the night.

Xu Qing turned around and walked up to Luo Qianyu.

He crouched down, bringing his eyes level with hers.

"Why did it shrink back again?"

Luo Qianyu didn't look up, and said sullenly, "It didn't shrink back."

"I felt it all." Xu Qing reached out and ruffled her messy hair. "Hug me if you want, I didn't charge you."

Luo Qianyu remained silent.

Xu Qing looked at the exposed nape of her neck, where there was a layer of fine downy hair that swayed gently as she trembled.

He sighed.

This girl is still so awkward.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xu Qing asked.

Luo Qianyu nodded.

"Did you dream that I died?"

Luo Qianyu stiffened, then nodded.

"Promising."

Xu Qing gave a soft hum, placed his large hand on her head, and gently patted it.

The movement was very gentle, with a soothing quality.

Just like before, whenever Luo Qianyu broke down and cried during dance practice, he would scold her for being delicate while massaging her legs and patting her head, saying it was okay.

"Tell me about it."

Xu Qing simply sat on the floor, leaning against the railing, her long legs stretched out casually.

"Miss, it looks like you've encountered something terrible."

"Although I charge a lot, I can be your emotional dumping ground for free tonight, since the moonlight is so nice."

"Of course, only tonight."