when you are drunk

Chapter 141 146. Don't be afraid to spend this life waiting for you
On the small dark attic floor, the remains of the overturned wine bottles dripped drop by drop.

Mu Linzhi leaned back in the corner of the attic, the moonlight fell sparsely through a window, making the light and shadow mottled.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his usually cold and sharp eyes became empty and blank at this moment.

He put his hands on his forehead, his black brows were tightly furrowed, and the ends of his hair hung back over the corners of his eyes, covering up a layer of deep redness.

In the quiet attic space, you can hear the sound of wine dripping on the floor, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist, time flies by.

Mu Linzhi squinted his dark eyes, rubbed his swollen temples, the pain in the back of his head was like beating a drum, it seemed to overwhelm the dull pain in his heart.

It turns out that entering into a hallucination is such a difficult thing, even intoxication is impossible.

"Heh..." He let out a bitter laugh with difficulty, his throat was already hoarse.

At some point, light footsteps sounded outside the attic, and a gradually approaching figure approached against the hazy moonlight.

Mu Linzhi was stunned for a long time, he could only vaguely see that it was a snow-blue star, which was the first gift she ever accepted from him.

"Are you here?" He asked in a low voice, with an unbelievable tremor at the end of his voice.

The man approached him without speaking.

Mu Linzhi raised his hand to caress the snow blue starry dress, the touch on his hand was real.

He was startled for a moment, and then let out a low-pitched startled laugh.

"You really came."

His deep love suddenly surged like a stormy sea, oppressing him almost out of breath.

"Qingqing, don't go." He clenched the corner of the dress with almost fear.

He has never had anything to fear, night, danger, life and death are not scary.

What he was most afraid of was feeling lost, she would leave soon, just like before.

Mu Linzhi gradually sensed that she had no intention of leaving, his frowns were slightly relaxed, and the long-buried snow on the tip of his heart dissipated like the warm sun.

His thin lips trembled slightly, and he said jerkyly, "Don't go, as long as you don't go, you can do whatever you want."

The man's figure seemed to be shaken, and he gradually bent down.

"...Qingqing." Mu Linzhi murmured, calling her name.

What he was drowning in was a heart that was as cold as water, and he held it up and gave it to her.

She always threw it away with disdain, but for some reason, she held his hand today.

The man's hands climbed to his fingertips, with a hint of longing.

Mu Linzhi was stunned for a while, only thinking that she had the intention to turn around, and her thin lips gradually curved.

His voice seemed to have been suppressed by the deep sea for a hundred years, without any toughness, only melancholy and cold.

He spoke suddenly, his voice trembling intermittently.

"Baby, I have spent two years looking for you, and I am not afraid to wait for you in my whole life."

The corner of his skirt that he was clenching tightly did not relax, and his thin lips trembled slightly to the point of bitterness.

"Don't leave me."

The man stood in front of him, silent for a while, then slowly lowered his head and approached.

Mu Linzhi froze in a daze, she had never treated herself so intimately.

Through the hazy night, although he couldn't see clearly, he could smell the fragrance of the perfume on the man's body.

Before that person gradually approached, Mu Linzhi suddenly pushed her away, and a cold voice suddenly sounded, "Who are you?"

He stood up and patted the lamp in the attic, and looked at the woman pushed to the ground with cold eyes, his eyes were full of disgust.

A trace of sullenness flitted across his thin, cool lips, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"It's actually you—"

(End of this chapter)