I almost touched the moon

Wen Song didn't say anything, but continued to look at him, her expression calm, but her eyes were somewhat empty. She found that she couldn't say "yes" so casually and freely.

However, it is even more impossible to retain him.

She didn't want to force him. She said she wanted Cheng Che to be free, and that separating from her was also his freedom.

There was silence again. She even turned her head away, not daring to look into Cheng Che's eyes again. The look in his eyes when he looked at her was no longer filled with passionate love, but despair. He was indeed disappointed in her, earlier than she had imagined.

After a while, Cheng Che spoke first: "We have been together for two years. During these two years, I really tried hard to make you love me more, and then I found that this seemed impossible for you.

Have you ever loved me? I still can't convince myself. I used to think that you loved Skyline more, but later I found out that it wasn't true. You never loved him at all. Or rather, you never loved anyone except yourself. Whether it was me or Skyline, there was no difference between us to you.

When you have time, of course you are willing to spend time with me, but once you have your own things to do, you will not think of me at all. You have broken your promise more than once or twice, every time you told me what you have to do and that thing is very important to you.

Iseylia, you really are a person with poor empathy. I once thought that I would slowly change you, and over time you would no longer ignore me and would consider me from my perspective once, but you didn't.

You wanted to go to Australia and bought a plane ticket right away, saying you wanted to celebrate my birthday. But you didn't even think of asking me if I had an Australian visa. When you asked me to become a German citizen, you said I would never need a visa again, but have you ever considered my feelings? Do you think my sense of honor is so ridiculous?

"Why haven't I considered your feelings?" Wen Song looked at him and asked back, his voice beginning to sound tearful.

"I went to Sapporo to watch the Winter Olympics just for you, because I knew you would be sad if I didn't go. I wanted you to change your nationality because I didn't want you to have so many restrictions and I didn't want you to be targeted by others. You didn't want to, and after that time, did I force you again?"

After hearing her words, Cheng Che sighed and said coldly: "I am not blaming you. You are born with this kind of personality. There is no need to change for me. I am very touched that you put aside your studies to watch my Winter Olympics, but I also know that this is very difficult for you. You need to spend more time to make up for it, and you will be even busier.

I can see that you are very tired, and you may think that I am childish and clingy, which annoys you. In this case, I don't want to delay you. You have your own pursuits, and I should not be a constraint to you. "

After hearing his words, Wen Song could hardly control his emotions, and tears welled up in his eyes. So, he still felt that she didn't love him.

Even though she watched the Winter Olympics during the day and stayed up late at night to write papers for him, and even looked up information and calculated data on the plane, and had almost no rest for a month and never slept for more than four hours, he still stubbornly believed that she did not love him.

Of course academic studies are important to her, but isn’t Cheng Che also important? They have never had any conflicts.

She didn't like to force things, so after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Since you still think I don't love you, then it seems there's really no need for us to continue to be together."

Then, she took off the ring on her ring finger and handed it to Cheng Che, "I'll give this back to you. The other two rings are at my home in Munich. You have the house key and access card. They are on the first floor of the jewelry cabinet. Please take them back by yourself, and then put the key and access card on the cabinet in the entrance."

The moment she returned the ring to him, he saw the tears in her eyes, and at that moment he also understood that she was still reluctant to give it up, she must have loved him before. But what was the use, he loved her so much, and he couldn't change the fact that they were not suitable for each other.

"No need." He didn't reach out to take the ring, nor did he take off his own ring to give it to her. "You can keep it as a souvenir. Anyway, I will throw it away if you give it to me."

"it is good."

"The house by Lake Starnberg is left to you. I won't go back. You can go back to live there when you have time. Just contact Filbert if you need anything." Cheng Che observed her expression. She was still expressionless, and no emotion could be seen on her indifferent face.

"No need." Wen Song said, walked to the bedroom, took out a key and placed it in front of him, "That was originally your home."

Cheng Che did not take the key. He just looked at her and said the last words, "I will send you the things you left at my house in Zurich in a few days."

He knew that she would not try to keep him, but why did he still have a little hope in his heart?

As expected, Wen Song said to him, "Just throw it away."

The tone was so flat without any ups and downs, as if everything was just a dream of his, he was alone in the dream, and she escaped unscathed.

Without saying another word, Cheng Che immediately turned around and left, forcing himself to suppress the urge to look back at her.

Looking at his back, she suddenly had the urge to run up to Cheng Che and hug him, telling him that she really loved him and hoped that he would not leave. But how could she do that? What was the point of loving him? She could not meet Cheng Che's expectations, so why should she make things difficult for him?

She just stood there, watching him turn around and leave, heard him go downstairs, then closed the door and left completely...

Wen Song didn't know how long she stood there, until night fell, darkness fell all around, even the rain stopped, and the whole world became quieter. She couldn't see clearly in front of her, and then she realized that it seemed to be night, and she should turn on the light.

However, her night blindness had recently worsened, and she could hardly see in the dark. When she went to turn on the light, she bumped into something and felt a piercing pain in her ankle.

She squatted on the ground in pain, holding her ankle. Maybe it was because it was too painful, but she actually cried. At first, she cried silently, but the pain in her ankle did not subside, but became more and more severe, excruciating.

I don't know when it started, but it turned into sobbing, and then into uncontrollable crying. She didn't even know why she was crying, but it was really painful. If she didn't cry, she didn't know how to relieve the pain.

After a long time, the mobile phone screen lit up, and there was finally a little light in the dark space. She slowly stood up, walked to the door with the faint light, and turned on the light in the study.

The moment the warm yellow light came on, Wen Song felt at ease for a moment. The lighting in the study was specially selected by Cheng Che. The warm-toned anti-glare spotlights and eye-protection downlights can provide sufficient lighting without being dazzling.

Not only the lighting in the study, but also the layout and furniture of the entire house were designed and purchased by him bit by bit, and arranged for her. Even after he left, his traces were everywhere.

Considering her night blindness, Cheng Che installed floor lamps in every corner of the house, except for the study. He said that this was to allow her to have a good rest and not stay up late to write papers and sleep on the sofa in the study.

However, it was this kind omission that made her heart break.

Wen Song glanced at her phone and saw a message from Eirlys, reminding her that the deadline for the research report was next Friday and she must not miss it.

Next Friday, there was less than a week left. Wen Song had no time to feel sad anymore. He sat back in front of the computer, found the saved calculation data, and began to recalculate and verify according to his memory.

I clearly remember the formulas and steps in my mind, but for some reason, after sitting in front of the computer for nearly two hours, there is still only the formula at the beginning on the screen...

She lit another cigarette, forced herself to calm down, and looked at her ankle. There was a large bruise on the outside of her right ankle. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, but it looked scary.

Wen Song went downstairs, took out an ice pack from the refrigerator and applied it to his ankle, then took out an ointment from the medicine box and gently massaged it. When he smelled the familiar mint and musk ointment, his nose felt sore and he felt like crying again.

Cheng Che would get some bruises on his body from time to time due to training. He had long been accustomed to those bruises and did not need a team doctor as he could handle them himself. However, he often needed Wen Song's help with the parts of his back that he could not touch.

Rather than helping, it would be more accurate to say that she was just acting coquettishly. She didn't know how to massage at all. She always just applied the ointment and was done with it. She also liked to touch him from behind, which made Cheng Che blush and his heart beat fast.

But over time, she gradually mastered some massage techniques. Every time after his training, she would help him apply ointment to the bruises on his back and the back of his thighs at night. The musky scent with mint mixed with the scent of sandalwood would accompany her to sleep every night.

Now...she looked at the bruises on her ankles and suddenly felt sad.

If Cheng Che was here, he would definitely feel distressed. He would carry her to the sofa, maybe even look at her with tears in his eyes, help her apply ice, use his broad and warm palms to apply ointment, gently massage the wound, and tell her not to wear high heels.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes again and I couldn't hold them back.

She continued to massage her ankle. The ointment left by Cheng Che was very effective. After a while, the pain in her ankle gradually faded away and did not affect her walking much.

Wen Song glanced at the wall clock. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. Tomorrow was Monday, and she had to get up early to write a research report. She didn't have time to continue being sad.

She quickly returned to the computer, smoking while recalculating on a piece of scratch paper, and at the same time plugging formulas and data into the computer to verify. Three hours later, when the two calculations showed the same results, she breathed a sigh of relief, fell back in a chair, and rubbed her temples to relieve the headache.

It was already two o'clock in the morning. She checked her phone and there was no message from anyone.

Usually, Cheng Che would send her a WeChat message at twelve o'clock, asking her to go to bed and not stay up late. But today, there was no message at all.

She opened the WeChat dialog box and saw that the last message was sent around three in the afternoon. He said that he was waiting for her in Albert Hall and asked why she hadn't come yet and whether something had happened.

Wen Song looked at the WeChat message, sighed again, and prepared to go to bed. Although she was very sleepy, her brain was extremely clear. As soon as she closed her eyes, Cheng Che's figure appeared in front of her.

The first time they met, he sat on the ramp and asked her if she could call for emergency help. When he stood on the highest podium in the Olympics, his eyes were full of pride when he looked at her... and the last time, when he left, he looked at her with only despair in his eyes.

Even the sheets were filled with his scent, his unique fragrance with a hint of sunshine and grass.

It was impossible to fall asleep.

Wen Song got up from the bed, went back to the computer and started writing the research report.

Both love and study require time and energy. The only difference is that for the latter, she knows what formula to substitute to solve the problem, but for the former, she is often at a loss.