Yi Ren from afar

Ye Mingyuan spit out the old things intermittently, Han Yuze listened in shock, secretly clenched his fists, silently saying Ling Hanyi's name, and gritted his teeth.

It was also on that day that Ye Mingyuan sent Ye Qingshan to the hospital, and the last meeting was a farewell.

If Ye Mingyuan could go home on time, maybe everything would be in time. Regret, resentment, disgust, and unspeakable emotions kept haunting Ye Mingyuan.

Distorted mind, distorted memory, Ye Mingyuan almost loathed men's touch. As he grew older, his distorted habits became extremely obvious.

Ye Mingyuan hugged Han Yuze tightly, he felt extremely cold, at this moment he needs warmth, even though this warmth is uncertain and unknown.

The morning sun shines through the window screens, secretly casting light and shadow on the people on the bed, and the people sleeping in each other's arms seem to be dyed with a halo. Such a warm picture is like a European-style oil painting scroll.

After Han Yuze and Ye Mingyuan finished washing and dressing, they clasped fingers and pushed open the door of the Accord, talking and laughing as they walked down the stairs, as if they were getting closer.

Zhou Hengbin sat at the dining table and read the newspaper, while Sun Qichen leaned on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to bask in the sun, with a lazy and casual posture.

After greeting each other, they all sat down at the dining table. Li Tingyuan walked down the stairs with a sigh of relief, looked at everyone looking at him, scratched his hair in embarrassment, and sat at the dining table after saying hello.

After eating, several people discussed how to play, but their interests and hobbies were very different, and their opinions could not be unified.

Zhou Hengbin and Sun Qichen took their equipment and set off to the tennis court. Li Tingyuan planned to play video games with Ye Mingyuan. Han Yuze decisively dragged them away, and Li Tingyuan went to the video game hall in frustration.