It’s Colder Today

She simply took a shower, opened the sliding door and saw a black short-sleeved shirt that she had never seen before on her dirty clothes.

There is a pair of slippers on the floor.

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She has a boyfriend?

Wei Zongying stood outside the bathroom door with his slippers and short-sleeved shirt and listened clearly to the contents of the phone call inside, one by one, baby and dear.

Looking at the thing in his hand, he threw it on the ground angrily.

Angrily, he returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed, his heart beating fast and blood rushing to his brain.

Does that man look like him?

Then I thought again, what if it looked like it? What if it doesn’t look like it?

After realizing that it didn't make him even more angry, Wei Zongying fell weakly on the bed. He seemed to never understand such things as feelings.

I never understood why my ex-girlfriend liked me so much.

Now I don’t understand why I can’t forget Shi Yun. This was probably the first time he liked someone so much. He didn't think he was a long-term lover. However, time did not wear away this love. As soon as Shi Yun appeared, the self-deception of more than a thousand days and nights in three years disappeared and was forgotten. If you like it, it will rise from the ground.

He sat up from the bed and walked to the bathroom door.

The sound of the shower came through the door. Wei Congying picked up the clothes and slippers on the floor and opened the bathroom door. The wet and dry frosted glass blocked his view and Shiyun's view. He gently put them away. Put things where she can get them when she comes out.

Shi Yun didn't ask him again if he was sleeping in the bedroom, always feeling that he would definitely give her some other answer because he was armed with a gun and a stick.

Making room in the bathroom, Shi Yun stuffed the dirty clothes into the washing machine without washing them immediately.

There were a lot of messages on the phone, and after Jeff hung up the phone, he sent her a few more high-sounding thanks that were similar to the ones the professor used when using their group of free labor.

Buhari asked her about the car she borrowed and some information about other classmates, and Shi Yun replied to those messages one by one.

By the way, I set an alarm clock for noon tomorrow to remind myself not to be late for medical activities.

Sitting on the bedside of his bedroom, Shi Yun finished replying to all the messages on his phone. He turned to look at his bedroom. Compared with the bedroom in the capital, his apartment lacked the books that could be seen everywhere in the past. There are various Gundam and racing models, as well as his certificate medals and trophies.

When Wei Zongying returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, Shi Yun was sitting by the bed staring at the medals on his bookshelf. He said nothing, walked to the bed and picked up a pillow.

As soon as the pillow left the bed, a line of sight fell on him.

Shi Yun: Aren't you going to sleep here?

Wei Congying held a pillow and looked at her across the width of the bed: What's our relationship? Are we sleeping on the same bed?

She didn't say anything after he asked. Not getting an answer was just as annoying as not getting the answer he wanted. When he turned to leave, the pillow in his hand was pulled by the force.

Shi Yun grabbed a corner of the pillow: It's just because it doesn't matter. Maybe it will matter after sleeping in the same bed. How can we develop a relationship without sleeping in the same bed?

He grabbed the other corner of the pillow without letting go: Does your boyfriend know that you are like this now? He just finished the phone call, honey, you can sleep on the same bed with me in the next second.

Shi Yun let go: You don't believe I like you, do you?

Wei Zongying put the pillow under his arm: Do you believe it yourself?

Her eyes were firm: I believe it.

It's these eyes again. When they are filled with tears, they make people feel pitiful. When they look at them, they feel full of love. A little difference is another kind of style.

Wei Congying stared into her eyes and shouted: But you even lied to yourself before.

She lied to herself that he was He Yun.

She no longer has any credibility with Wei Songying.

He took the pillow and left the bedroom. He turned around and took a few steps before she spoke: The past was before, and the present is now.

The bedroom door was still closed by Wei Zongying, and Shi Yun's heart sank. Besides, the courage to love was disappearing little by little. Looking at the closed door, she fell on the bed and wanted to cry.

Before tears came out of his eyes, he rushed in through the door.

Would you like to ask me how I'm doing? Won't you ask me how I'm doing?

None of them asked themselves this question. The same was true for their mother and the same was true for Shi Yun. They were all the same, they were once so close to him, but they never seemed to really care about him.

The person on the bed sat up and looked at him blankly.

After Wei Zongying finished his roar, he saw Shi Yun's stunned look. At that moment, Wei Zongying felt a huge sense of frustration. Her indifferent look seemed to declare that he was just a stand-in.

Because he is just a substitute, he is not valued.

Wei Cong responded and touched the doorknob again. When he wanted to close the door and go downstairs in frustration, she spoke.

I know, I know your current situation. Shi Yun looked at the person who had turned around and made a door-closing gesture, I know you have won seven MotoGP championships in three years, and your ankles, calves, left shoulders, and fingers have all been moved. Surgery. You had arm surgery right after the last leg of the competition last year...

Wei Zongying listened to her talk about his racing experience in the past three years. She knew all those glorious moments. He never thought that she would know these things

, he even began to think that she appeared here because of him.