Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

Two hours later, Andre drives yuemuchen to Chen Yutian's door.

"Can you really?" Andre looked at her with some concern.

"Well, I'm much better. I just fainted because I was hungry and tired before. Didn't the doctor say it doesn't matter?" Month Mu Chen's face was pale, and he lifted up the corners of his mouth and reluctantly smiled.

"Well, I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning."

"OK."

Yuemuchen opened the iron door and went into the yard. Andre didn't drive away until she closed the door.

The room was dark.

Hasn't he come back yet?

His legs were filled with lead. Yuemuchen weakly walked to the sofa and sat down.

It doesn't matter anyway.

She's leaving tomorrow.

She leaned back on the back of the sofa and closed her eyes wearily.

The scene seen in the theater was like a movie with the replay button pressed, played back in her mind again and again.

At that moment, I didn't know whether she was too involved in the play or because she saw them, she felt that the telescopic prop knife stabbed into her chest was like it was really stabbed in, and her heart suddenly contracted and then broke.

From waking up to just now, she thought a lot and finally decided to move out of here.

She knew that seeing was not necessarily true, and she didn't want to ask him for another explanation.

But what is there to ask for? Can't his indifference to her over the past two weeks explain the problem? To ask him again is just to humiliate himself again.

Besides, who said that seeing is not necessarily true?

In the restaurant, his indifference to himself is true. It's true to have fun with the woman's family. The bracelet that the woman wears is true. In the past two weeks, his indifference to her is true. Just now, it's true that he kissed the woman

She even began to wonder whether he went to the woman during his absence?

At that time, didn't he let her buy a lot of condoms at one time? Why did she forget so easily?

It's not that she didn't know that his desire was strong. She didn't give it to him. He went to find another woman. It's normal. What's more, the other party is the daughter of his mentor, who has been with him all these years

Hehe, she still overestimated herself and thought he would be jealous of her.

Forget it, we're leaving. What else do you want to do.

The corners of her mouth made a mockery of herself, opened her eyes, but she was startled.

I don't know when, there was a man standing quietly around. The faint light coming in from the window outlined his outline, which she was familiar with again.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Yu asked coldly.

Two weeks later, he finally spoke to her for the first time.

"Why are you here?" Moon Mu Chen asked subconsciously.

"This is my home. Why am I not here?" Chen Yu humed coldly.

"Yes." Muchen stood up from the sofa.

Yes, this is his home. Of course he should be here. She shouldn't be here.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yutian stretched out his hand to hold her. When he touched her cold fingers, he suddenly stagnated, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Moon Mu Chen took back his hand and bypassed him.

"Can't you hear me talking to you?" Chen Yutian grabbed her again, with a trace of anger in his voice.

Moon Mu Chen turned his head and said without a trace of emotion, "let go."

In the dark, Chen Yutian couldn't see her expression clearly. He just felt that light flashed in her eyes when she turned around.

When his heart tightened, he released his hand.

Moon Mu Chen turned around and slowly went up the stairs.

Without seeing her feet clearly, she tripped and stumbled.

Seeing that he was about to fall forward, he was stopped by someone at his waist and fell back into a embrace.

The familiar temperature immediately shrouded her body. I don't know if it was because it was dark around. She suddenly felt that she had suddenly returned to two weeks ago. He and she were so close that there was no suspicion and indifference, waiting and hesitation between those two weeks.

The hot breath, with his cool and sexy taste, slowly approached her ear, felt a burst of wet on her face, and she quickly turned away.

She reached out to turn on the light on one side of the wall, but he pressed her hand.

"Don't turn on the light." His voice was hoarse and whispered in her ear. His four simple words seemed to meander across thousands of rivers and mountains, carrying the weather beaten words she couldn't understand.

Month Mu Chen put his hand down and let him hold it.

In a trance, I have extravagant hopes in my heart. I just want to stay at this moment, don't go deep into whose right and wrong, don't ask the reasons behind, put aside all the old things when they haven't happened, and forget them. At this moment, I wantonly have each other, and then move forward together, even if the way ahead is as dark and unclear as now.

However, she can't let time stop here, and her greed is just absurd fantasy after all.

What she craves is his hug, but his hug can't be opened only for her.

Then let her protect her only dignity and leave the trap that makes her sink. In this way, at least she can live.

Yes, she wants to live.

She doesn't want the tragic heroine who has been praised for thousands of years. She can't end up with her lover when she is alive. After death, she has to become a conversation that even Huang Yu children can comment on. What's more, she can leave the most insignificant love in history.

A strange idea flashed through her.

If Juliet and Romeo were married without God and family obstruction, would they live happily together forever?

Not necessarily.

If one day, the love between them becomes hate because of their evil deeds rather than God's will, what kind of chicken feather is it? Even if they stabbed their knives and finally turned to each other, even if their death was more tragic than now, it was just like the ending of countless resentment partners in the world. It was vulgar and boring and had no value to mention, right?

Shakespeare is really clever.

He knows that love is most meaningful and profound when it is destroyed at the thickest place. For example, when a blooming rose is destroyed by frost, it is still the most beautiful when it withers, which is frightening.

In this world, the long-term is often rejected, and the short-term can be remembered.

She doesn't want to be hated by him. She wants to be remembered by him.

"... did you have a good time with your fiancee tonight?" Month Mu Chen gouged out his heart and forced himself to ask this question.

The embrace behind her seemed to tremble slightly, but it soon returned to calm, so fast that she felt that it was her illusion at that moment.

"... were you with her when you weren't at home before?" Heartache to numbness, tone also numb up.

His breathing seemed to stagnate for a moment and soon became even again. Maybe it was her illusion.

"... I'm moving out tomorrow." She said softly, as if this sentence would exhaust all her strength.

"Why?" Chen Yutian, who has been silent, finally made a sound.

"Because I don't want to be Juliet who died for Romeo. I want to be Juliet who lives for myself." I don't know why, just still angry, the sound of hairspring became powerful again.

Chen Yutian was stunned for a long time and said, "what?"

Yuemu Chen broke away from him and said loudly, "because I don't want my love for you to become hate???

Love? Does she love him?

Hate? Does she hate him?

So his plan succeeded?

However, why is there no relief in my heart, but as uncomfortable as a knife?

A soft thing suddenly appeared on his lips. He could not be more familiar with it. It was her kiss.

Soft, sweet, non aggressive, but with that resolute alienation.

He stretched out his hand to pull her, trying to make the kiss deeper, but she left him first.

"I like you, so I... Give you up."