The hug lasted for a long time. Jiang Ji lowered his head, put his arms around Qin Qingzhuo's back, and held his shoulders tightly with his hands.
Being hugged so tightly, Qin Qingzhuo's previous sadness in his heart turned into an extremely sour emotion.
He had experienced so many ups and downs in emotions this night that he felt like he was dreaming.
Clearly, just a few minutes ago, she was standing in front of Jiang Ji, feeling heartbroken listening to him confess his words, but now they are together.
He was in an extremely enthusiastic mood. He had never felt this way before. It was as if all the emotions during this period of time were condensed in his chest. All the joy and sorrow had been purified, and there was also a little sourness, a little astringency and a little bitterness in it.
His entire internal organs were immersed in this emotion, making him even want to cry.
Jiang Ji must be the same, no, Jiang Ji’s emotional intensity now must be even higher than mine.
After hugging each other like this for a long time, Jiang Ji slowly let Qin Qingzhuo go.
He looked at Qin Qingzhuo, raised his hand, and gently brushed the hair on Qin Qingzhuo's face to the side: "Your hair is wet."
"Yeah, it's raining," Qin Qingzhuo also looked at him, "your hair is wet too."
Obviously, Jiang Ji had no expression on his face, he was just staring at her, but Qin Qingzhuo always felt that he would cry at any time.
Jiang Ji looked like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances and suddenly got what he wanted the most, but he was at a loss and wanted to cry. Qin Qingzhuo had never seen him like this before.
He raised one hand and touched Jiang Ji's face: "Do you want to go in first?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ji finally came back to his senses and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down.
He turned around, took out the key and unlocked the glass door of the bar.
The door closed, and the roller shutter outside slowly fell down. Jiang Ji groped for the chandelier at the front desk with one hand and turned on it.
However, he did not come over immediately. He leaned against the glass door with his back, still looking at Qin Qingzhuo with a gaze that seemed to have weight.
They were clearly in love, but under this kind of gaze, Qin Qingzhuo seemed to be at a loss: "... Do you want to go upstairs?"
"I..." His voice was too hoarse, so Jiang Ji cleared his throat before continuing, "I'll take it easy."
Qin Qingzhuo walked towards him, held his hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"I feel like crying." Jiang Ji looked at him, his voice hoarse, "Qin Qingzhuo, am I really embarrassed now..."
"How could that be?" Qin Qingzhuo raised his hand and touched his face again. "At the age of nineteen, everything is natural."
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He then lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, "If you want to talk about shame, I am more embarrassed. I have already celebrated my 29th birthday, and I just cried in front of you."
"Whatever you do is justified." Jiang Ji held Qin Qingzhuo's hand that was covering his face. "At least it's like this for me. Thirty-nine, forty-nine... it's all the same."
"Well," Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "It's all the same."
I can’t explain why. Even though we are already together, I can’t stop feeling like crying.