Chapter Sixteen Fell into My Arms 2

  Ling Shuiyue walked steadily on the clear and cold road of happiness. The autumn night wind was cool, and the ruthless fallen leaves hit Ling Shuiyue's body, rustling loudly.

  He looked up at the unusually calm and deep sky, where cold stars were sparsely scattered on the horizon, too far away to warm his heart that had already been frozen through.

  Unconsciously, Ling Shuiyue was already standing outside the light gray wall. Since last year when he was chased by a group of people from Gui Cheng High School and unintentionally escaped here to climb over the wall and hide.

  From then on, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would come here, lie down on the bed and sleep or smoke a cigarette. Whether his mind was empty or thinking about something, this place was very quiet and no one disturbed him.

  Although he knew it was his aunt's friend's home and couldn't enter casually, he just liked the atmosphere in the room, liked the tall willow tree in the courtyard, even that old swing.

  Ling Shuiyue lightly vaulted over the wall and walked under that familiar round stone pillar with a gap.

  His left foot stepped nimbly into the gap, his body lightly leapt upwards, and his right hand grasped the iron railing in front of the second-floor window platform. In an instant, he was sitting on the wicker chair on this platform.

  Ling Shuiyue lit a cigarette, seventeen was an age that shouldn't be smoking, but he liked to watch the smoke drift upwards, the feeling of floating away, like life, like his emotions, he believed these wisps of smoke would carry him to his mother.

  He sometimes really hated his memory, why didn't he have even a little bit of memory, not even a tiny bit of memory, just a little bit would be good, so that in his future life he could better reminisce.

  Is fate being unfair to oneself, or is it one's destiny to bear these things.

  He took a deep breath, and the light, ethereal mist was quickly blown away by the wind, bringing with it a chill, for autumn had indeed arrived.

  He pushed open the window and walked into the room. He was very familiar with the layout of this bedroom, opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows was the door, to the left was a dresser and bed, to the right was the living room, a large closet and bookcase, desk, and a piano. Because of that dresser, Ling Shuiyue thought that a woman used to live here.

  He closed the window, sat on the floor in front of it, and let the smoke rise, disappearing into thin air.

  Maybe it was the wine he drank a bit too much today, Ling Shuiyue only smoked one cigarette and felt that his eyes couldn't open. He took off his coat, fell on the bed and didn't want to get up again.

  The early autumn sun was not lazy, getting up early and shining on Ling Shuiyao's extremely handsome face.

  Ling Shui slowly opened his eyes and felt a tickling sensation on his chest... Hmm? What?

  A soft arm tightly wrapped around his waist, her head deeply buried in Ling Shuiyao's chest, the even breathing fell on his skin, making him feel itchy. Her hair scattered over her face, neck, and waist, her legs as smooth as jade pressed against his body. All over her body, there was only a thin, pale purple silk camisole half covering this tempting... And his hand, his hand was placed on her slender and soft waist, in her hair.

  Ling Shuiyue stood there, forgetting to breathe.

  After an unknown period of time, he finally woke up. He looked around the room and found that he hadn't gone to the wrong place, it was here. The layout of the room had not changed, but the curtains had been replaced, the bedding on the bed had been changed, and the empty dresser was filled with warm-colored bottles and jars.

  The boss is back!

  Ling Shuiyue slowly opened her eyes, gently pushed away the other body lying on top of hers, and silently prayed: Don't wake up, whatever you do, don't open your eyes. Then she quickly picked up the coat on the floor, but couldn't help glancing at the person in bed.

  Skin as white as milk, thick and dense eyelashes slightly upturned, seaweed-like hair scattered randomly on the bed, tender and juicy lips...

  Xia Qian Ning turned over.

  Ling Shui's eyes suddenly closed, holding her breath, and silently praying in her heart: Don't wake up, she mustn't open her eyes.

  He quickly walked away, Ling Shuiyue said to himself in his heart. However, his eyes never left that enchanting face, and his feet were reluctant to part with the place, unable to move those feet no matter what.

  The bell at this moment is Ling Shuiyue's fatal talisman. He quickly pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and jumped out.

  Xia Qian Ning stretched out her hand and hung up, continuing to sleep.

  Turn it off! Xia Wenjing covered her ears with a pillow.

  Xia Qian Ning helplessly picked up her phone, drowsily muttering: "Why won't you let me sleep?"

  "I've already sent you a message, and since you didn't respond, I had no choice but to call you."

  "We agreed to meet again in three days, didn't we?"

  "Xian'er, you left without telling me anything. But now I know the truth, and I won't be as tolerant as you were."

  "What do you know?"

  "Why did your parents get divorced?"

  "Oh," Xia Qianying replied in a low voice.

  "You didn't even ask me how I knew?"

  "How did you know?"

  "In Yamato, your dad and... had dinner together, the atmosphere was obvious at a glance... Xian'er, you must be heartbroken. If it were me, I don't know if I'd have the courage to live on, but you didn't even tell me, your best friend."

  Xia Qian Ning moved her phone from her right ear to her left: "He... got married?"

  "It seems like nothing has happened yet. I just saw them having dinner together. You have no idea..."

  Xia Qian Ning didn't wait for him to finish speaking, she hung up the phone and tears quickly filled her face: They're getting married, so soon, mom!

  Xia Qian Ning ran downstairs and just walked into the living room when she came back. What did she want to find her mother for? Mother knew that afterwards, it would only make her more heartbroken.

  She walked back to her room and sat on the bed. The wind blew up that intoxicating sea blue, rolling continuously, with those stars above like delicate fragments of a fallen heart in the sea, twinkling, shining brighter, and the more it shone, the more painful it was.

  After a while, Ah Ling! Xian Ning raised her head, and the floor-to-ceiling window was open. What's going on, she didn't remember opening the window last night.

  Standing in front of the window, the cool breeze swept across her clothes, and the hem of her skirt fluttered. Xia Xian gazed at the autumn sun that had just risen, dazzling and brilliant: The sun, a constant star for billions of years, yet every time it rises, it looks like it's newly born.

  From today on, give yourself a new start, a brand new self.