When Su Yanle returned to the living room with tea, Song Ziwei was still lying there, his arm sliding down from the sofa.
"Get up and drink this."
She walked over and shook his shoulders hard.
Song Ziwei groaned a few times in a daze, as if he was dissatisfied with the constant interruption of his sleep. She opened her eyes slightly and her eyelashes fluttered a few times before she closed them again, like a kindergarten child who was lazing in bed.
"Hurry up!"
Su Yanle was a little annoyed. She pulled him out of the soft sofa and forced him to sit on it.
"Drink this."
She reached out and pushed the cup of green hangover tea to his mouth.
Song Ziwei frowned as he looked at the liquid. It was as if Su Yanle had brought him a cup of poison that was difficult to swallow. However, he still reached out slowly and took the cup. He held his breath and poured it into his mouth.
Su Yanle watched him finish his drink with satisfaction. She took the empty cup from his hand and was about to turn around to walk to the kitchen when her other hand was suddenly pulled back.
She turned around and looked at Song Ziwei in confusion. His eyes were closed, but his hand was holding hers accurately.
"Help me back to my room."
He spoke with his eyes closed, like an overbearing tribal leader giving orders.
Su Yanle couldn't be bothered to argue with her. She placed the cup on the table and reached out to help him up.
Perhaps the sobering tea had some effect, but Song Ziwei seemed to be much more relaxed than before when he stood up. However, he still put his entire weight on Su Yanle's shoulder and watched as she had to bear his weight as she slowly moved towards the room.
"Phew."
Su Yanle threw Song Ziwei on the bed and finally let out a long sigh. She was so tired that she sat on the bed and panted.
Song Ziwei, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.
"I want to drink some water."
He looked at Su Yanle as he spoke. His eyes were a little dazed, like a willful child who had just woken up.
Su Yanle stood up helplessly and went to pour him a glass of water. When she returned to her room, Song Ziwei had already closed his eyes.
"How troublesome."
She mumbled softly and pouted. Although she said that, she still sat down beside him and looked at his quiet face.
After an unknown period of time, as if he could feel her gaze, Song Ziwei gently opened his blurry eyes and accurately met her gaze.
"Why didn't you call me?" He asked her with a hint of complaint in his tone.
"You're so tired. Why did I call you?”Su Yanle said as she helped him cover himself with the blanket.
Song Ziwei looked at her, and his eyes became even more blurred.
"Su, I don't know if you believe me, but I've been looking for you all these years.”
He looked at her and suddenly said this, which startled Su Yanle.
She widened her eyes and stared at him blankly. She did not expect him to suddenly say that. Song Ziwei didn't care about her surprise at all and continued to speak.
"You said that you were very timid when you were young. You always hid at the back of the crowd and didn't dare to talk to me. But you might not know this, but I'm probably the timid one. On the first day I went, I noticed you. You were wearing a dress with straps and following behind a group of children. You were talking to the people beside you, and from time to time, your eyes curved into a smile. I've never seen that kind of smile before. It's that kind of smile that's as warm as the sun. At that time, you seemed to be surrounded by a warm light. Perhaps that was the only thing missing in my life. At that time, the cold me quickly accepted the fact that I was deeply attracted to you.”
Song Ziwei said a long string of words in one breath without pausing for a moment. He looked at her with a faint smile, but his eyes were extremely blurred, making it difficult for people to tell if he was sober or drunk.
"At that time, we had just lost Ziqian. Yang Jing stayed at home every day and looked at everyone with a pair of cold eyes, especially me. I felt that when she looked at me, there was hatred in her eyes. My dad began to use his career to dilute his sadness. He was focused on his career and had no intention of caring about me. At that time, I gradually became indifferent in that kind of atmosphere. Perhaps it was also a form of self-protection. I began to treat everything with a fake face until I saw you.”
He reached out and gently touched her face, caressing her cheek.
"At that time, you were an existence that I had never seen in this world. You seemed to have grown up in a beautiful world without a single stain on you. You just emitted a pure light. I wanted to get close to you. Because of this, I appeared there every afternoon and thought of a way to get to know those children. I thought of a way to stand at the front and lead them around. Because only in this way can I see you in the crowd every day and watch your every move. I was also the one who arranged the drawing of lots for that game."
As he spoke, he smiled in embarrassment.
"I've already marked the paper for drawing lots, so I'll let you draw first. I'll line up behind you, and I'll draw whatever you draw. If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have played such a childish game.”
Su Yanle looked at his smiling face and shook her head in disbelief.
She had never dared to think about what he had said.
"At that time, you would bring a piece of chocolate to every child and put it in your pocket. So when you appeared, your pocket would always be exaggeratedly bulging. The happiest moment of my day is when you put the chocolate in my hand. You always smile so warmly. The chocolate is warm, as if you put a warm light in my hand.”
As he spoke, he held Su Yanle's shoulder.
Su Yanle looked at him, speechless. She wanted to tell him that she insisted on giving chocolates to every child every day just to get close to him for a second. The chocolate that she gave Song Ziwei was different from the others. She had always held it tightly in her hand since she left the house, which was why it was warm.
So, her past self was actually so important to him?
As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.
"Su, whether you believe it or not, I got together with Zhang Yiwen because she was very similar to you. No, it should be said that it was her disguise at that time that made me feel that she was very similar to you. At that time, I knew very well that she was not Su at all, but I had no choice. At that time, I felt that I would probably never meet someone like Su when I was young. Moreover, I didn't even know Su's full name. It was impossible to find you. So when I met Zhang Yiwen, I couldn't help but be attracted.”
His eyes were red from the alcohol, and he sounded guilty.
"But now I finally understand that there is only one Su in this world, and no one can replace him.”
Su Yanle looked at his determined eyes and tears flowed down her cheeks. However, she still forced herself to smile. She wanted him to know that she had never thought of blaming him.
Song Ziwei reached out and wiped away her tears.
" But I'm sorry," he said." I really don't remember anything about the water tower.”
He looked at Su Yanle's smiling face and felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to the incomparably cold world back then, chasing after the only light that could warm him.
Su Yanle's smile deepened, but it was still mixed with tears.
She finally spoke.
"How can you not remember?" she said. " That's you. You opened up a utopia for me. You let me escape the darkness and get rid of my loneliness. But why did you fall into the vortex of nightmares again?”
She said softly and reached out to hold Song Ziwei's flushed cheeks.
"Song Ziwei, there's something I want to tell you.”
She gently stroked the skin on his face and said, but her tone became extremely firm.
"I like you."
she said.
After saying that, she felt as if something had finally escaped from her chest. She exhaled deeply.
How long had she held back this sentence?
When she was young, she had wanted to tell the owner of those eyes. After so many years, she also wanted to tell Song Ziwei. However, she seemed to have become weaker as she grew up. She was so weak that she did not dare to face her feelings.
As she thought about it, she held her breath again because Song Ziwei, who was sitting opposite her with a dazed look in his eyes, did not speak again.
"But I…"
After an unknown period of time, he finally said two words in a hoarse voice.
Su Yanle's heart sank, and his hand slid down his face as if he had lost all strength. He suddenly closed his eyes.
Forget it. It didn't matter. He was so drunk anyway. Even if he didn't like her, he would probably forget that she had said those words tomorrow morning.
Just as she was letting her imagination run wild, Song Ziwei, who was sitting opposite her, reached out and cupped her face.
She opened her eyes and met the eyes that were deeply etched in her memories.
"But I love you."
Song Ziwei said. Without giving her time to think, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
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