Deep in the night, Shen Zhiyu goes to the door and calms down. He wants to have a good chat with Xia Beiqing. He takes a deep breath, slowly stretches out and holds the handle of the door, but is surprised to find that the door is locked.

Shen Zhiyu was so nervous that he knocked on the door twice and asked tentatively, "are you sleeping? Why do you want to do this? Can you tell me? "

There was no response in the room.

Shen Zhiyu had to give in: "OK, even if you don't want to talk to me, would you please have something to eat?"

It was still a dead silence.

The silence, however, was like innumerable spikes, which hurt Shen Zhiyu's heart. He leaned back and leaned on the door plate feebly. His body slid down the door plate and squatted outside the room. Finally, he couldn't hold on and covered his face tightly with his hands.

"Why... Why on earth resist me like this."

No matter how autistic, sensitive and fragile Xia Beiqing becomes after the accident, Shen Zhiyu firmly believes that he can pry open his heart bit by bit. No matter how hard he is, no matter how difficult he is, Shen Zhiyu is willing to. But... What he fears most is his resistance. His avoidance makes him unable to find the direction of his efforts.

In the early morning, Hua Yinong helps Shen Zhiyu to pack things together. After that, Shen Zhiyu goes outside the room and knocks on the door.

"To the north, can you open the door? It's time for us to go. "

After waiting for a moment, there was only a click. The door was opened, and Xia Beiqing sat in the wheelchair behind the door.

When Shen Zhiyu saw him, he bent up his lips and just wanted to speak, but he saw that Xia Bei looked away coldly, pushed his wheelchair and turned away silently.

Shen Zhiyu's lips sank a little bit. He went into the room and cleaned up everything inside. Then he went to the back of Xia Beiqing and wanted to push him out of the room.

Then, as soon as he raised his hand, before he could touch the wheelchair, Xia Beiqing pushed the wheelchair towards him and went towards the door.

Shen Zhiyu's hand was stiff in the air, catching only the ethereal air. 

The car stopped at the door, and all the luggage had been put into the trunk. Shen Zhiyu stood beside Xia Beiqing and said softly, "Beiqing, I'll take you to the car."

Xia Beiqing suddenly grasped the wheelchair with his hand and shook his head to refuse.

Shen Zhiyu's face was stiff, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"I'll do it." Hua Yinong broke the embarrassment, picked up Xia Beiqing, put him in the co pilot, and then looked at Shen Zhiyu: "get in the car, let's go."

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Bei's indifferent side face in the car. He was stunned for a moment. Then he took back his dim eyes, opened the back door and sat in.

The car drove at a high speed on the road and soon arrived in another city. The place Yunci chose was the same as before. It was a small, secluded apartment.

Xia Beiqing is sitting in the wheelchair of the room, facing a large French window. The warm sunshine outside the window comes in and sprinkles on him.

Hua Yinong came in with his luggage and saw that he was enveloped in the sun, as quiet as a picture.

"It's sunny today, isn't it?" Hua Yinong walked over and said in a relaxed tone.

Xia Bei tilts his eyes and stares out of the window empty, as if he is looking at something and nothing. No matter how strong the sun is, it can't shine into his dark eyes.

After a moment's silence, he slowly picked up the pen and paper and wrote on it. His action was rigid, just like a machine programmed.

When he had finished writing, he held up the paper.