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Xia Yu found Lu Zhao's car without much effort and got in. Lu Zhao had one hand on the steering wheel, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. When he saw him get in, he turned slightly to the side, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, put one hand on his neck, and kissed him first.
"Did you enjoy the party?" Lu Zhao asked.
"It's okay. A lot of familiar people came, including Jiang Ti." Xia Yu answered absent-mindedly.
He seemed a little tired and didn't say anything along the way, but when he arrived at Lu Zhao's house and got on the bed, he seemed to wake up suddenly and turned into a lively and charming fairy.
He looked down at Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao's face was sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. He looked very undignified and no longer had his usual calm and coldness. He was just a man trapped in desire.
Xia Yu himself was not much better, looking like a steamed shrimp, all pink.
He put Lu Zhao's hand on his face.
He stared into Lu Zhao's eyes, but was a little distracted at this sentimental and passionate moment.
He met Lu Yuan a few days ago. The two met at an art exhibition. Lu Yuan accompanied his college classmate to the exhibition. In the end, the college classmate left early due to something and stayed for the two of them for dinner.
Of course Lu Yuan knew that Xia Yu was with his brother.
But he also told Xia Yu another thing.
In his third year abroad, Lu Zhao saw a psychologist for a long time. He suffered from long-term insomnia and depression. He gradually lost his perception of the things around him and could not feel joy.
Lu Yuan hesitated for a while, as if he was afraid that Xia Yu would dislike his brother, and said, "But he got better later. My brother is a person with strong execution ability. After the diagnosis, he has been cooperating with the treatment, taking medicine, and seeing a psychologist. He said he didn't want to see you in a too bad state."
Xia Yu gently leaned down and put his forehead against Lu Zhao's.
It was hard for him to imagine that Lu Zhao would have psychological problems, and even harder for him to imagine that Lu Zhao would be trapped in the past and unable to get out of it, and he could even ignore the injuries on his body.
The impression Lu Zhao left on him was too powerful, as if he was indestructible. Even though he knew that Lu Zhao had had a hard time in those three years, he never thought that he could cause such a strong shadow on Lu Zhao.
During Lu Zhao's treatment, the day of his wedding with Xu Zhan was mentioned again and again, and it occupied the dark part of Lu Zhao's heart.
In Lu Yuan's words, that was Lu Zhao's inner demon.
"Because that was his last chance to hold on to you, but he lost it," Lu Yuan said. "He let you go when he shouldn't have, and he didn't know how he felt about you. He didn't have time to apologize or redeem you, and he watched you marry someone else. For a long time afterwards, he kept thinking, if he had woken up earlier and rushed to your wedding to admit his mistake to you, would you have run away with him?"
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he was silent for a long time. He also felt pressured to tell Xia Yu about his brother's past.
But he asked Xia Yu again, "Will you run away from marriage with my brother?"
In full view of everyone, she abandoned the gentle and considerate groom, left behind her relatives and friends, and broke the wedding vows she had just made.
Xia Yu did not answer this question.
But at this moment, in the dim and ambiguous bedroom, he kissed Lu Zhao's eyes.