Chapter Seventeen

  The sound of water in the bathroom was loud and clear, hitting Lucky's body from above and flowing onto the colorful crystal floor. The warm water gradually lost its temperature underfoot, but all flowed purposefully towards the low-lying underground drain. Lucky envied them because they all knew their direction, knew where they should go, while Lucky did not.

  They arrived in Beijing and directly moved into the apartment that Minglang's father had prepared for them, so they didn't apply for a dormitory from their unit. Leaving this place, where would he stay tonight? He had no idea.

  Minglang leaned against the bathroom door, like a deflated balloon, limp and lifeless. He was waiting for Lucky to come out, but Lucky seemed to be intentionally prolonging his bath time, stretching it out endlessly.

  Ming Lang finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened the bathroom door.

  The bathroom was filled with steam, and under the running water at Lucky Station, the slender body's clear skin was even more striking after being washed clean. Ming Lang didn't care that his clothes would get wet, and he directly rushed over to hug Lucky tightly.

  "Sorry, sorry."

  Ming Lang buried his head in Lucky's neck, his lips gently kissing Lucky's skin.

  "I was wrong, forgive me, please forgive me, okay?"

  Lucky closed his eyes and endured the pain of the bright clothes rubbing against the wounds on his body.

  "Lucky guess, I was wrong, sorry, I'm really jealous, so jealous that I'm going crazy, I know, I know you went out with Gong Xi today."

  Lucky's body stiffened visibly, and although he was still conscious, he was only muttering incoherently, begging for forgiveness.

  Countless apologies, countless "I was wrong", a promise that it will never happen again, and good fortune finally softened its attitude.

  Turned off the tap, and simply said: "Dry yourself and go to sleep."

  "Xingyun, can you forgive me?"

  "Whatever, just forget it. We've had a fight, let's just clean up quickly, what time is it? We still have to go to work tomorrow."

  Bright and dazed, he let go of his hand, looked at Lucky for a while, lowered his head and sobbed: "Lucky, I will definitely be twice as good to you in the future. I promise."

  "Uh, go wash your face again. I'll leave first." Lucky cooled down his emotions and didn't want to look at Minglang anymore. A fight was nothing, among men, friends, comrades, classmates, they would often use this way to resolve issues. But this fight was caused by distrust, which made it unacceptable. However, Minglang's repeated apologies still made Lucky give up on blaming him, because of Gu Xing's sake he didn't want to argue with Minglang either.

  Jiayu only told him why he suddenly disappeared and went abroad three years ago, and also why he didn't send any news to Xingyun for the past three years.

  Thinking of Gong Xi's bloodshot eyes, as if they were about to bleed, a chill ran down her spine. Was it her fault? Why couldn't she understand Gong Xi? She should have known he wouldn't abandon her without reason, nor would he give up on their relationship for the sake of his career like his father said. She should have guessed that he had his reasons, but she still gave up, gave up trusting Gong Xi and believing in the feelings between them. It was all her fault, her love wasn't strong enough, not firm enough, which is why things ended up this way. This was fate's test for her, it seemed her score hadn't passed.

  At night, I had a lucky dream. In the dream, Gong Xi was pushed into the waiting hall by his father and brother-in-law in a wheelchair. Then, Gong Xi appeared in first class and woke up from the dream, standing at an altitude of 30,000 meters, shouting that he wanted to go down and find me. I also dreamed about the training base that Gong Xi mentioned, an ancient castle in the forest with walls covered in ivy, a gloomy and humid dormitory. Gong Xi said that it was rumored that ghosts had appeared there before.

  When the morning light came in, Xingyun thought that the ancient castle had lifted its curse and opened the door to free Gong Xi.

  Palace is delighted.

  The two of them sat up, their faces as white as paper that had been bleached with nitric acid, without a trace of blood color.