The studio fell silent, and then a tinnitus started to sound belatedly. It wasn't a sharp sound, but rather a dull, heavy one, with a long, humming tail like the sound of a bell, which surrounded him without warning.
Qin Qingzhuo clenched his fingers and stared at the gap in the wooden floor under his feet. The not-so-obvious gap became blurred due to the mist in his eyes, and it took a long time for it to become clear again.
He couldn't quite explain how the conversation had reached this point, and there was no way to trace back how he had said the wrong things in the process.
He had the urge to chase out and stop Jiang Ji, but he quickly held himself back.
He also felt aggrieved and didn't understand why Jiang Ji had to rub salt into his pain.
He even doubted Jiang Ji's feelings for him - how could a qualified lover bear to see the person he loved in pain? Or was it that the feelings of young people were so superficial that they couldn't tell whether they were in pain or not
Is it necessary to continue this kind of love
Forget it, let's just calm down for a while, Qin Qingzhuo thought. After all, this relationship heated up too quickly.
Maybe we should really consider whether we are the right people for each other.
It’s not a bad thing to stop loss in time if it’s not suitable.
Thinking of this, he walked to close the door, his fingers gripping the door handle, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards the door.
Facing the empty corridor, he was stunned for a moment before he gently closed the door.
He leaned his back against the door, staring out the window absent-mindedly.
He really left, he thought with some disappointment.
I sat in the workshop for an entire afternoon, feeling distracted and not making any progress on the arrangement of a song.
In the evening, as soon as it got dark, Qin Qingzhuo asked the driver to take him home early.
He felt very tired and the tinnitus in his ears was intermittent, so he wanted to go back early and rest for a while.
He got out of the car, walked up the stairs, stood in front of the door, and pressed his thumb on the fingerprint recognition area.
With a "beep", the fingerprint recognition was successful and the lock was opened.
But he did not remove his fingers, still standing there holding the door handle.
Suddenly, the scene of that night when Jiang Ji was standing at the door and gently rubbing his ear with his palm flashed in his mind.
And when he said he wanted Jiang Ji to record his fingerprints, a dazed look of youth flashed across Jiang Ji's face at that moment.
That was what happened the night before yesterday. He still remembered that as soon as he walked in, Jiang Ji turned around and pressed him against the door, kissing him fiercely. That night, all of Jiang Ji's kisses seemed a bit fierce and out of control. Not only did he leave many kiss marks on his body, he even left a few teeth marks on his shoulder.
It was as if he really wanted to leave a permanent mark of his own on Qin Qingzhuo.
Qin Qingzhuo certainly knew why Jiang Ji lost control.
For him, recording fingerprints was just a fleeting thought. Once he thought of it, he asked Jiang Ji to record it.
But to Jiang Ji, it seems to be of great significance.
The question Jiang Ji asked when he was standing in front of him flashed through his mind: "So do you regret having me record your fingerprints that day?"
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Hidden in the deliberately suppressed voice were surging, unbelievable emotions.
And at that moment, Jiang Ji's eyes were fixed on him by those dark pupils. How on earth could he say the words "I regret it"...