guilt

Last night, Song Zixi was so mercilessly demanded by Mo Yuran that he passed out.

When I woke up, I found that my body was bruised and purple, and there were bursts of pain behind me, and my temples throbbed.

Standing up slowly, a burst of dizziness made him almost fall to the ground, stabilized his body, staggered to the bathroom to wash his body, looked at the body full of marks in the mirror, Song Zixi only hugged himself tightly, Leave clear tears...

When Mo Yuran woke up, Song Zixi was no longer around him, he rubbed his temples, stared blankly at the empty space beside him...

The mess on the bed showed the chaos of last night, and the little blood red let him know that Song Zixi... must be injured.But what about people?

When he went downstairs, he saw Song Zixi smiling at him as usual, serving him porridge.

Seeing his pale face, Mo Yuran frowned, wanted to say something but still didn't say anything.

When breakfast was over, there was no conversation between the two.

Maybe because he felt too sorry yesterday, before leaving, Mo Yuran said, "Tonight... come back to eat."

Song Zixi froze for a moment, then smiled, "Okay."

I don't know why, Mo Yuran felt that smile was empty, Song Zixi, what are you thinking...

After Mo Yuran left, Song Zixi took the car to the studio.

"Zi Xi, you're here, the boss is looking for you. Hurry up, there's something good~" Seeing Zi Xi's arrival, the colleague rushed to make a small report.

Zixi was dragged to the boss's office with a dazed face, and the boss looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Boss... is there something wrong? Or my article..."

"Zixi, your articles are very well written. Those few articles you wrote received a particularly good response!"

Song Zixi was a little dazed when he heard that his article was recognized.

Just some of my own personal thoughts.There is nowhere to express the feelings behind Mo Yuran.Someone actually recognized him.

"Many readers resonate with me, Zixi, I didn't expect you to have such ink and stories. Hahahahaha"

"Now, our studio has the opportunity to study abroad and participate in other author's communication platforms. I plan to let you go."

"I…"

But Aran... I have to take care of Aran... No, Aran doesn't need him anymore, even if he doesn't leave, Aran will drive him away... If so, why don't you be more conscious.

He lowered his eyes, "Okay...I'll go...""