【Xiyao】This life can wait for your return

The restriction on the door gradually dissipated, and with a sound of "squeak", sunlight poured into this small quiet room, illuminating the floating dust in the air—a very tidy room, but a little less popular and a little more lonely. cold.

Jin Guangyao walked in slowly, his eyes wandering greedily at every familiar corner, every place where Lan Xichen had been.

Inexplicably strange, at the moment the door opened, all the hostility in his heart dissipated like smoke, leaving only a peace that was almost sad and almost obsessive.

In his previous life, no matter what, as long as it involved Lan Xichen, he would subconsciously mark the word "excellent".

From the deliberate flattery at the beginning, to the sincere admiration and appreciation later, to the naive determination of "that's it" at the end.

A long-term habit has turned into instinct—he really can't use any negative emotions to look at things related to Lan Xichen.

Even emotionally, he couldn't help being angry at the thought of other people spending intimate time with Lan Xichen here, but his instinctive stubbornness would only make him happy. There was the smell of someone he loved here, and Lan Xichen Xichen's breath.

It’s really humble to the dust, but the most tenacious flower that blooms, blindly pursues the light, believes in it, as long as you see it...

The furnishings in the quiet room can be seen at a glance, there are only a few simple objects, and the most conspicuous thing is the white gauze hidden by the curtain.

What will happen after that?

Jin Guangyao thought, stretched out his hand and pulled back the white gauze curtain.

Behind the gauze, there is just an ordinary wall, but there is a sword hanging on the wall, and the cloud pattern of the Lan family is wrapped around the sword and wiped the forehead.

No one could recognize whose forehead it was - the lower corner of the forehead was embroidered with the word "Xi" with blue silk thread, Lan Xichen's forehead.

No one could recognize whose sword it was - the pattern on the sword revealed a strange depression and sadness, Jin Guangyao's "hate life".

It turned out that this was what he was looking for.

It turned out that God still had pity on him, a hateful person, who actually fulfilled that unattainable dream.

Jin Guangyao stared at the forehead and sword in front of him bewilderedly, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, a broken sob came out of his palm, under his palm, his eyes gradually moistened.

He originally thought that this unspoken love, from the beginning to the end, was a ridiculous delusion of his alone. He originally thought that if Lan Xichen could not hate him or be disappointed in him, it would be the greatest begging for mercy. He originally thought that he had planned thousands of times in his life, but his body was like a duckweed, and his soul was helpless, no one would care about him...

But, can he think like this now, even if the world abandons him like a shoe and laughs at his lowliness, some people still put him in the bottom of their hearts, can he think that he is not completely a joke, can he think that the person he loves , also loves him.

That would be great... because he really doesn't want much, and he doesn't need too much love, a little liking is enough, enough for him to savor his life...

The warm sunshine, through the window, surrounds the trembling person, carefully conveying the warmth bit by bit, it is so gentle that it makes people cry.

Countless memories flashed one after another. Jin Guangyao suddenly missed Lan Xichen terribly, wanted to meet him, and told him that he was not Meng Sheng, he was Jin Guangyao, Meng Yao... He also wanted to hug Lan Xichen, not brother A comforting hug between the lovers is the most craved comfort among lovers with love.

While his mind was agitated, Jin Guangyao could only feel someone hugging him gently from behind, and the soothing fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

The man leaned his chin gently on Jin Guangyao's shoulder, sighed with deep exhaustion and joy, "Ayao..."

Is this a dream, or is it real?