Wen Qiuyan's eyes instantly turned red, his heart tingled, and he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

“…… What are you sorry for me. ”

Hearing a small sob, the young man on his shoulder slowly got up.

The slender fingers gently touched her face, looking sideways at the tears on her face, Qiu Fei's eyes were gentle, but his eyes were also red, and he spoke in a low voice.

"You're sad too."

Tears poured out uncontrollably, and my eyes blurred.

But looking at the young man in front of him who was also red-eyed, Wen Qiuyan felt that his heart hurt even more, and he bit his lower lip: "Qiu Qiu......"

"What makes you think it's for my good, and what makes you think you can't save anyone?" Gently stroking away the tears on her face, Qiu Fei's eyes were forbearant and restrained, as if he was struggling to suppress the pain, and his voice was hoarse.

Hearing his words, Wen Qiuyan was stunned.

"You ......"

"I heard what Qi Huan said, all of them." Qiu Fei's hand trembled slightly, slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trapped her in his arms, lowered his eyes, and asked hoarsely and painfully, "Am I so heavy?" ”

Wen Qiuyan was stunned.

"It's so important that you can even give up your promise to someone who has died." Qiu Fei gritted his teeth and spit out this sentence.

Wen Qiuyan's tears were still hanging on his face.

Compared to anger—

Rather than being abandoned—

Compared with concealment, after the young man heard what Qi Huan said, what made him more uncomfortable.

How much does she like herself, and how important is her so-called 'his life' and 'his future'......

It was so important that she could even give up her dreams, her promise to the life-saving benefactor of the deceased.

Compared with him who was in pain, how tormented should she be at that time?

The thought of this made his heart ache terribly.

It turns out that he understands everything, and it turns out that ...... He knows it all.

Hmmm-

The boy bowed his head and hugged her tightly, burying it in her neck.

The warm breath and the hot, dark voice sounded close to her ears.

"In the letter, you said that you want me to go forward happily and hope that I will have a happy life, but how can you not understand?" The boy took her shoulders with one hand and pressed her back with the other hand to hold her tightly in his arms.

Wen Qiuyan's shoulders and waist were strangled and painful, but she couldn't struggle, listening to the words of the young man in her ear, she felt that her legs were heavy and her heart was heavy.

It was as if something was wrapping around her ankles and pulling her deep into the torrent.

The boy opened his dark eyes glowing with scarlet light.

"It's like you think I'm going to ruin my life if I'm implicated, for me—"

"You are my life."

The young man's loud voice fell, low and firm, gently trembling the soul.

"Qiu Qiu." Wen Qiuyan's voice trembled, his eyes were red, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly, raised his hand to hug the young man's waist, "But ......"

The boy got up slightly, held her face again, and bowed his head.

He kissed the tears from her face, and suddenly bent his eyes and smiled.

"Didn't you say to Qi Huan that you can't save anyone, and no one can teach you?"

"Huh?" Wen Qiuyan's eyes were teary.

"You're wrong." The young man looked at the teary-eyed woman, her eyes were dark, gently pinched her chin, slowly leaned over, gently covered the corners of her lips, and murmured vaguely: "You saved me, you saved me." ”

So.

Without Wen Qiuyan, Qiu Fei would be meaningless.

Without you, my life will be meaningless.

You can't save anyone without you.

At least you saved me.