Her tears suddenly burst forth like a river breaking its banks, falling one after another without stopping.

  "What are you crying about? Did my dad hit you?" He said, his eyebrows furrowed.

  She shook her head, tears still streaming down.

  He looked her up and down with a cigarette in his mouth, seemingly assured that she was fine, and suddenly became much more relaxed: "Don't cry."

  She was crying for him, but he seemed particularly relaxed, as if it wasn't him who had just been beaten. Her heart ached even more with tears.

  "Little one - love, are you trying to get me to coax you or something, that's why you keep crying?"

  He joked with her and tried to make her laugh.

  But the more he was so carefree and didn't care, the more she felt uncomfortable in her heart, and the more tears flowed.

  "Little Ai, let me tell you, I won't coax women, I'll only sleep with them."

  How can he be like this? Every time he talks to her, he always mentions such dirty and unorthodox topics... Qin Zhi'ai's face turned red with shame as her tears gradually subsided.

  "Stop pretending to be pitiful, are you still crying? If you keep crying, I'll really sleep with you right here..." As he spoke, he spat out the cigarette in his mouth and flipped over, making a gesture as if he was about to pounce on her.

  She scared the person who was squatting and stood up, instinctively took two steps back and stopped crying.

  He hung his head, chuckled twice, then lay back on the lawn, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the horizon, taking fierce puffs.

  Qin Zhi'ai snapped out of her flushed and racing heart after being teased by his improper words, looked at him biting her lip, shyly unsure whether to leave or stay. She was embarrassed for a while before speaking up: "Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"

  "No need, I'm used to it." He calmly blew a beautiful ring and replied to her.

  Used to it…… Does this mean his father often beats him? Qin Zhi Ai's gaze couldn't help but fall on the exposed skin again, those messy scars piercing her eyes and making them sting once more.

  Gu Yu didn't look at her, but it was as if he had guessed that she was about to cry again. He patted the grass beside him: "Sit down for a while, I'll send you home later."

  Because she likes him too much, whenever she sees him, she gets nervous and her heart beats faster, with a thousand words to say but doesn't know where to start.

  He has always been taciturn, silently smoking, without saying a word.

  The silence had been surrounding him and her for a long time, just when she felt it was getting late and needed to go home, he spoke up: "Xiao Zuò-ài, what are your dreams?"

  Dreams? For Qin Zhi'ai, who had just graduated from high school, this word was really a bit too far away. She suddenly became tongue-tied and didn't know how to answer.

  Gu Yu Sheng seemed to have forgotten that he was waiting for her answer, after a moment, he lit another cigarette and started talking to himself: "Xiao Duo Ai, do you know what my dream is?"

  Qin Zhi will never forget that night, the scene when Gu Yu Sheng told her those words.

  His usual calm and collected expression suddenly became exceptionally soft at that moment.

  What he said was a dream she didn't even dare to think about, and she always thought that only existed in TV dramas.

  It was his dream that made her have a dream for eight years, all of which were about him.

  It was also that dream that made her feel unenthusiastic about men from then on.