How could... how could it be like this. Don't want him to cook, don't want his candy, even such a small wish as a gift of a red string, he mercilessly refused.
It's not that hard to take over.
If you don't want to accept it, can't you just throw it away later
But she refused to connect...
The boy lowered his eyelashes, his small face was as pale as ice and snow, his palms were covered with red strings, and he still fought hard: "It's very useful, keep it safe."
The other party shook his head, "You wear it."
"I just want to thank you." There was a bit of pleading in the boy's eyes.
Yu Chu took a sip of tea, and the cold stomach was warmed by the tea. She held the water glass with a calm expression, "Forget it, my boyfriend may think more about it."
For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.
She raised her eyes and looked at the person opposite.
He stared at her stubbornly, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, but also seemed to be filled with water vapor. The burning emotion seemed to burn everything down, and the dense water mist seemed to drown himself. This kind of look was very contradictory, which made the girl stunned for a moment.
"The clothes should be almost dry," she put down the teacup and got up, "I'll get it for you."
This is an eviction order.
Xun Zhou didn't move at all.
After the girl got up and left the table, he tightened his fingers little by little, and took the red rope into his palm.
Yu Chu brought the clothes, and the other party changed them quietly and obediently. His eyes fell on her face, and she curled her pale lips, revealing a lovely and pure smile.
"Then I'm leaving." She said goodbye softly.
Yu Chu nodded and closed the door.
But the young man behind the door did not leave, he just looked at the closed door for a while, and suddenly bent his lips, his immature and lovely face seemed very light.
In his increasingly red eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm leaving."
The boy turned around slowly and walked away.
The headache became more and more serious, and the turbulent emotions were uncontrollable. Xun Zhou frowned his delicate eyebrows, and walked slowly while holding the red rope. He felt the sharp and dense pain blocked his breathing. He opened his lips and took a small breath .
When he passed the telephone booth on the corner of the street, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. The boy walked in and picked up the receiver.
He dialed his mother's number, and after connecting there, he opened his lips, took a small breath with great difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Help me contact a psychiatrist."
The other side of the phone suddenly asked something nervously, and the boy's exquisite brows showed a trace of trance, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "Well, I seem to have... a problem."
He hung up the phone, and when he put on the receiver, he realized that his hands were shaking very badly. Xun Zhou looked at it for a few seconds and felt like he was demented.
He leaned against the wall and slowly nestled up. His fair and beautiful cheeks were retracted into the black collar, like a milk cat, quietly looking at the outside world.
The red rope in the palm of his hand is still tightly held.
Finally, he rose slowly and walked out of the phone booth.
In the corner, the red rope lay quietly.
…
A few days later.
In the quiet office, the sun was shining brightly. There were documents on the desk. The psychiatrist was sitting behind the desk, looking at him warmly and peacefully, "Hello."
The young man on the opposite side lowered his eyes, looked listless, and his face was so pale that it was almost sickly, but it added a fragile beauty to that tender and lovely face.
The psychiatrist looked at her in amazement for a while, then smiled and said, "Can we have a chat?"
The young man pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the room.