Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The suit jacket was still lying alone under the seat with no one paying attention to it. Lu Wenzhou put on the warm clothes that Gu Ling had prepared for him in advance with ease.

Warm coat, scarf, and gloves.

Lu Wenzhou put his gloves on the seat, opened the door and got out of the car. His shiny leather shoes made a squeaking sound as he stepped on the snow-covered ground.

Noticing Gu Ling's gaze towards his hands, he said, "I want to wear your gloves."

Gu Ling nodded slightly, took off a glove and put it on him. His slender and broad hand was wrapped in a slightly smaller glove, which looked a little funny.

The heating in the car was sufficient, and Gu Ling's body temperature returned to normal. His warm hand held Lu Wenzhou's other hand, and then she put them both into her pocket.

Gu Ling was about to open the umbrella with his only gloved hand when Lu Wenzhou spoke again: "I don't want to hold an umbrella."

The winter night is exceptionally quiet. The already dark night is shrouded in mist. The lights in the distance appear a little hazy, and the coldness comes from all directions.

Gu Ling turned her head to look at him, but he seemed not to notice her gaze. He was staring at the hand that was put into Gu Ling's pocket in a trance.

He didn't look at her, so Gu Ling responded, "Okay."

She is always like this. When she treats Lu Wenzhou, she is so gentle that it seems like she has no temper at all.

Is it love to the extreme, infinite indulgence of the lover's occasional unreasonable behavior, or -

It doesn’t matter at all?

The umbrella was put into the car and not taken away, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder on the way home.

The snow fell heavier, and soon, the hair and shoulders of both people were covered with white snow.

The ten-minute journey was not long, and they soon reached the downstairs, where Lu Wenzhou lived.

Gu Ling reached out to sweep the snow off Lu Wenzhou's body. She twisted the white snow on Lu Wenzhou's black hair and chuckled to herself: "Look, do we count as having white hair like this?"

Hold your hand and grow old together.

These eight beautiful words were written with love and time. They were just caught in the snow, so can that be considered as having gray hair?

Lu Wenzhou thought: If it counts, then this white-haired life is really damn cheap.

The long silence made the smile on Gu Ling's face gradually disappear. She wanted to say something, but felt that there was really nothing to say.

In fact, she felt that Lu Wenzhou's emotions were really inexplicable. She knew what Lu Wenzhou was struggling with, but she just didn't understand why.

Do we have to distinguish so clearly between liking and loving?

This house is just like Zhou Zhou’s room in the original game, with traces of the two people’s lives revealed in every detail.

Lu Wenzhou was the first to finish his shower. Instead of dragging his tired body to bed, he took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet while Gu Ling was taking a shower.

The brown wine swayed slightly in the transparent wine glass. The room was as bright as day with the main lights on. The light from the energy-saving lamp shone on the wine glass, reflecting a hazy glow.

When Gu Ling came out, Lu Wenzhou was already drunk.

Because of drinking, there were two blushes on his cheeks, and his rosy lips were stained with wine, making him look moist and attractive.

His bathrobe was open wide, revealing his muscular chest, and his skin seemed a little drunk, with a hint of pink.

Gu Ling put down the wine glass in the drunkard's hand with some tiredness, bent down, picked him up and put him on the bed. When she was about to get up, the drunkard suddenly grabbed her collar, and she fell down all of a sudden, falling on top of him.

The drunk was still not in his right mind. He opened his mouth and bit Gu Ling on the shoulder, not hard, like a cat acting cute, and then muttered, "Gu Ling is a fucking bastard!"

The bully is the first to complain. He felt a little aggrieved: "Tell me! Why doesn't she love me?"

This sounds rather hypocritical and familiar.

Well, the little wives in TV dramas always say this line.

Gu Ling's anger suddenly disappeared, and she teased the drunkard with amusement: "How do you know she doesn't love you?"

Lu Wenzhou blinked doubtfully, as if he was still thinking, and then said seriously: "It told me."

"Who?"

He took Gu Ling's hand and placed it on his left chest, and repeated what he had just said: "It told me."

Without the cover of clothes, with their skin touching, Gu Ling could feel the subtle beating under his hand. There was a beating heart.

She lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Why does it have to be love? Can't I just like you?"

This feeling of liking is too shallow and too weak, how can it compare to love?

Lu Wenzhou wanted to tell Gu Ling this, but Gu Ling immediately said: "Zhou Zhou, I don't have love, but in this world, I will only like one person."

So he doesn't need to worry so much. Even if he just likes her, Gu Ling will not take it back easily.

The term "heart of stone" is not without reason. She is just a piece of stone. It is a blessing from God that she can have feelings. The fact that she does not have love is nothing.

Gu Ling has no love, but she can feel the love of others for her, and she also knows how precious this feeling is, so Gu Ling is always particularly indulgent to those who love her and whom she also likes.

Gu Ling does not have the ability to love someone. When Lu Wenzhou learned this fact, he almost subconsciously attributed the reason to Gu Ling's childhood experiences.

The dense pain spread from the tip of his heart to his entire heart, but he felt unwilling to just accept it so lightly.

He wanted Gu Ling to agree to one of his requests - to love him, even if only a little bit.

If this is not possible...

He must always get one, the person and the heart.

It was hard to tell whether he was drunk or not. For a long while, his watery eyes met Gu Ling's. The bright light was enough for him to see all of Gu Ling's emotions.

He asked: "How long is the shelf life of your love?"

The wind and snow outside the window had not stopped. Except for the neon lights that stayed on all night, the lights in the residential buildings had long been turned off. In the dark night, only one house still had a single light on.

Gu Ling recalled the sincere and passionate love she had felt in the past, and then magnified her extremely small liking for him infinitely. When there was only one person in her eyes, it seemed that she also loved Zhou Zhou deeply.

Gu Ling's expression was gentle, and his black eyes, which were always covered with gentleness, truly revealed a gentleness that was enough to drown a person.

She said: "For a lifetime."

Then she tasted the bitter wine.

This wine is not very old, only twenty-eight years old, but it is already mellow enough.

This wine is fine, but because of what happened before, Gu Ling always feels that it has a bit of bitterness when he tastes it.

This bitterness did not make her frown, but only aroused her great pity. She was very careful, fearing that the wine would become even more bitter.

But this jar of mellow wine did its best to charm her, and the aroma of the wine entangled her, as if it wanted to make the wine taster drunk and never wake up again.

Will enter the wine, the cup will not stop.

Gu Ling is drunk.

On this winter night, I was completely drunk.