Dear Mr. Shi

But she also felt that Shi Yuhan didn't want her to know.

So she didn't want her to accumulate goodness and virtue, she didn't understand what Shi Yuhan brought her to, what was the meaning of this red brick-roofed house?

Song Qinghuan didn't know well, and he didn't know how to keep out the cold in real time.

Here, he has spent here, the most decadent and gloomy years of his life.

Here he learned what is cruel and what is despair.

Here he knows that some people are standing on top of the crowd, admired by all, and what they want is at their fingertips. Some people are ants wandering in the city, struggling to eat and wear warmth.

Here, he decided that in the future, he must have power, money, and status, and he must do everything to avenge his parents and fulfill their parents' last wishes.

Song Qinghuan closed the door, and when she looked back, Shi Yuhan was staring at her, her expression completely unpredictable.

She smiled: "Is the water poured?"

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, just handed her the water glass in her hand, and then lay on her back on the bed.

After Song Qinghuan took a sip of water, she lay flat on the bed.

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand and held Song Qinghuan tightly, but he didn't say anything, just silent, and Song Qinghuan didn't speak either, each had his own thoughts.

As the sky became darker and darker, moonlight was shed in the hole in the room. Song Qing smiled at the blurred light and tightened Shi's hand against the cold: "Shi protects against the cold, this light is so beautiful."

It seems that something is blocking it, so I don't feel that it is windy and it will make people chill.

Shi Yuhan: "..."

He didn't seem to hear, still closing his eyes indifferently.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Qinghuan looked at him sideways: "When is it cold?"

"..." When Yuhan remained silent.

"Are you asleep?" Song Qinghuan said again.

After getting silent again, Song Qinghuan smiled softly: "Really asleep!"

She turned her gaze to the roof again, and asked what she had always wanted to ask: "Shi Yuhan, did you like people before? I mean women, or have you had a girlfriend?"

When Song Qinghuan asked, he never thought about getting a response.

He thought that Shi Yuhan was asleep, but his real-time protection from the cold was just sleeping on vacation, but he said nothing.

Regarding women, he always seemed to be dispensable in his heart. He couldn't talk about disliking women, but he couldn't talk about like.

I remember once, when everyone asked him to go out for a drink, there was a girl in the bar trying to tease him.

But when her hand just touched his body, he quickly pushed it away.

That day the girl was caught off guard and fell to the ground by him, crying pitifully.

She was crying at that time, probably because she wanted to make him feel weak, but he had only disgust at the time. He stepped on her to touch his hand and left without looking back.

After that, he never let any woman approach her again. People who knew him began to speculate about him behind his back. He knew that some people said he liked men, some said he was cold, and some said he couldn't.

Only he himself knows that he is just paranoid and only finds what he likes, and wants a woman that belongs to his spiritual world, not just casually.

Song Qinghuan was the first person he really needed in his spiritual world, and he would get it if he wanted it, no matter what the cost.

"Just now, I was outside..." Song Qinghuan said again.