For a long time after that, Wen Qi had no news of Zhao Jin Chuan. His relationship with He Ming Zhen was also lukewarm, and after that night, he didnt make any overtures to her again, nor did he deliberately keep his distance from her; it was as if nothing had happened between them.

  But even in dullness, there must be some ups and downs.

  This is an unchanging law that has spanned many years.

  The night before Wen Qis graduation ceremony, I received a message from He Mingzhen. The empty WeChat chat interface finally had an intersection.

  Come to my place? Ill go pick you up.

  Wen Qi vaguely sensed the implication, which seemed like an invitation from a grown-up, and was likely to stay overnight. However, she still responded with a simple "uh-huh". As she stood in front of the mirror changing into a sundress, she thought that perhaps she too had been looking forward to it.

  Longing for He Mingzhen to come to her, or not resisting her going to him. Wen Qi really didnt want to give up, at the moment of leaving school, she wanted to sink the five years of loving He Mingzhen into the sea.

  So although she knew He Mingzhens intentions were not pure, she was willing, and got on the car without hesitation.

  After getting on the car, He Mingzhens fiery gaze first rolled around Wen Qis body, then uncontrollably furrowed his brow. He picked up a coat from the back seat and threw it at her, "Its the middle of the night, wearing so little, arent you really cold?"

  Wen Qi put on her coat and replied faintly, "Its cold, but thats not why I wanted to see you."

  "See me?" He Mingzhens gaze stayed on Wen Qis serious face, and he couldnt help but chuckle, "No need for that, anyway youll have to take it off whatever you wear."

  "You..." Wen Qis face turned red with shame, and she could only wrap her coat tightly around herself.

  He Mingzhen was in a good mood and started the car. It wasnt until they arrived at their destination that Wen Qi realized it wasnt his apartment.

  Its his home, in the truest sense of the word.

  A residential area many years ago, no elevator, a building with only five floors, as soon as you enter, you can feel the humid and moldy air. There are not many people living here now, and only a few households in a building have bright lights in their windows.

  He Mingzhen got off the car and held Wen Qis hand, leading her into the dark corridor.

  "No lights, follow me, dont fall." He turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it on the stairs, illuminating the spider webs that had formed in the corners.

  "Ahh! Insects!"

  Wen Qi was frightened by a crawling insect on the ground and retreated repeatedly, standing at the door of the corridor and refusing to enter.

  "Dont be afraid, it wont bite." He Mingzhen comforted Wen Qi with a gentle pat on the back of her hand.

  Wen Qi tightly closed her eyes and stretched out her legs, just in time to be brushed by something fluffy on her leg, which quickly retreated.

  "Im not going in!" She was frightened and backed away, about to exit the corridor.

  He Mingzhen couldnt help but smile and walk over to stuff the phone into her hand, then scoop her up in his arms again and head back into the building.

  When he arrived at the gate of his home, He Mingzhen took out the key from his pocket and opened the door to enter.

  If the musty and moldy smell in the corridor was already overwhelming, then it couldnt be compared to the smell in this room. The dampness, coldness, moldiness, and dustiness mixed together, spreading through the air, filling her nostrils.

  As soon as Wen Qi entered, she was choked by a strong dusty smell and coughed continuously. She had to cover her nose, and it seemed that only this way could make her nose feel slightly better.

  "This... where is this? Why have you brought me here?"