I almost touched the moon

On Wednesday night, Cheng Che went out for dinner with friends and did not return until late at night.

These days, he suddenly became more sociable, and went out to party with his friends in the UK every now and then. He also invited Wen Song, but she always refused with the reason that she "didn't want to socialize or see people".

After preparing for the next day's meeting, it was already past two in the morning. Wen Song returned to his bedroom and found that Cheng Che had not returned home yet. He was never a late comer. He used to come back at 10 o'clock at most after dinner parties, but recently, he was coming in later and later for some reason.

She called Cheng Che, but the first call didn't go through, so she called again. After a long time, he picked up the phone.

"Are you coming back?" Wen Song's voice was cold, but if you listened carefully, you could hear the hidden displeasure in it.

"Right away." Cheng Che's voice was also very flat. Wen Song could hear the noisy background noise coming from the other end of the phone, which made her annoyed.

She hung up the phone, threw it aside, set the alarm for eight in the morning, turned off the lights and went to bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Che finally came back. As soon as he entered the room, he brought in a strong, sweet scent of perfume and a faint smell of alcohol.

Wen Song was awakened by the smell, but did not open his eyes. He continued to lie on his side, pretending to be asleep.

Cheng Che quickly took a shower, and when she returned to bed, only the familiar scent of shower gel was left. However, she always felt that the smell of perfume was still lingering in the air, making her irritable and unable to sleep at all.

Perhaps thinking she was asleep, Cheng Che's movements were very gentle, but he also lay down with his back to her and did not hug her anymore. I don't know when it started, two weeks ago, or even earlier, when he would no longer hug her in his arms when he went to sleep.

Sharing the same bed but dreaming different dreams may sound a bit ridiculous, but Wen Song deeply understood the meaning of this phrase at this moment.

At eight o'clock in the morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock, but Cheng Che was still asleep. She thought he must have forgotten that he was going to Paris today.

When she went to the bathroom to wash up, she took off her pajamas and threw them into the dirty clothes basket, and accidentally threw the ring in. She squatted down and searched in the clothes basket, and not only found the ring, but also saw Cheng Che's shirt.

On the back of the shirt, on the right shoulder, there was a clear lipstick mark, which was particularly conspicuous on the white shirt. Even the shirt was stained with the sweet perfume that disgusted her.

Such a lipstick mark should have been left by accident, or by someone when he wasn't paying attention. However, it still made her irritated. She suddenly wanted to wake Cheng Che up and ask him where he went last night and who he was with, and what was going on with the lipstick mark.

But how could she possibly do that? It was already 8:15 and she had to take a flight to Paris at 11:. She had no time to argue with him or listen to his explanation.

After washing up, Wen Song threw the entire laundry basket and the clothes inside into the large trash can at the door. After checking the time, he finally ran back to the room and woke up Cheng Che.

"Are you still going to Paris? Your flight is at 11: and it's already :."

Cheng Che immediately got up from the bed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, baby, I got up late. Wait for me, it will be quick."

Paris in early March was cold and windy, and the weather was even worse than in Oxford.

Wen Song had a cold due to staying up late for days and her menstrual period. She forced herself to finish the meeting on the 10th, and at Cheng Che's request, she accompanied him to the Eiffel Tower. When she was blown by the cold wind on the top of the tower, she started to have a fever.

This time the fever was so intense that she felt hot all over, her muscles ached, and she felt cold all over. Even though she had turned the heating to the highest setting and covered herself with a thick blanket, she was sweating all over, but she was still shivering with cold.

Cheng Che held her in his arms, used his body temperature to dispel her chill, and said with some heartache: "Let's go back to Munich and have a good rest for a few days at home."

"I'm sorry, Che." Wen Song sniffed, leaned into his arms and whispered, "I've already booked a restaurant for your birthday, and I promised to accompany you to the Pompidou and the Louvre, but I may not be able to go."

"Don't say that." Cheng Che felt even more distressed, and hugged her tighter, kissing her forehead, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted that my sister accompany me to the tower, my sister wouldn't have had a fever. Do you want to eat something? I'll ask the waiter to bring it over, or order takeout?"

"I don't want to eat..." Wen Song's voice became softer and softer, "It's so cold."

Cheng Che hugged her tighter, and called the waiter to bring another quilt to cover her. He took a cold towel and put it on her forehead, patted her back gently and coaxed her, "Go to sleep, you will be fine after a good sleep. When sister feels better, we will go home."

She didn't say anything, but thought about what happened yesterday on the Eiffel Tower. She said to Cheng Che, "When I came here before, I heard people say that if lovers kiss on the top of the tower when the lights are on, they will be together forever."

As soon as the words fell, the lights on the tower began to flicker. Cheng Che kissed her, but his tone was a little doubtful, "Is it really going to happen?"

Thinking of his words, she couldn't help sniffing. So, could they go back? Even if they returned to Munich, could they go back to the past?

Under the effect of the antipyretic, she fell asleep quickly even though she was upset. She woke up in the middle of the night, sweating a lot, soaking the sheets under her, making them sticky and uncomfortable.

Wen Song got out of bed and went to the living room to call the housekeeping department to send new sheets, but was told that the staff had already left work and could only wait until nine o'clock tomorrow morning to change them. In desperation, she could only go to the bathroom to get two bath towels and spread them on the sweaty sheets.

Cheng Che woke up because of her movement. He touched her forehead and found that her fever had basically subsided. He breathed a sigh of relief. He also saw that the bed sheet under her was soaked with sweat. He didn't say much, but just swapped positions and let her sleep on his side.

Wen Song lay down beside him, Cheng Che still had his back to her. His broad back seemed like a wall, standing between them.

"Ache..." She reached out and hugged him, her tone suddenly becoming uncertain, "You still love me, right?"

Cheng Che turned around, hugged her, and kissed her forehead gently, "Songsong, I love you."

When people can't see, their hearing becomes extremely sensitive. He lowered his voice just now, but the brief sigh still reached her ears.

She didn't want to find out why he sighed. He said he still loved her, so she was willing to believe him.