C74

It turned out that his state of mind was different. Even the scenery around him had become much more desolate.

Is not love so untested?

Last night he had said to her, I love you.

Last night she had answered him: I love you too.

However, at this moment, love seemed to flap its wings and fly away as if it was a joke.

Was it that fragile? Perhaps they had never loved before, and everything just felt wrong.

The BMW slowly drove on the cement road. It seemed that he didn't want her to see Yufan. It had been a night, but he didn't know how Yufan was doing.

But she bit her lip and said nothing.

If she missed it, it would only be her fault, but how could she make up for it?

The morning air was still thick outside the brown glass window, and there were no pedestrians on the street. It was still early, and many people were still sleeping.

The car drove slowly into the city, but there was something wrong with the direction. It wasn't Mo Tian's villa.

Where was he taking her?

He always didn't ask for her opinion, and always gave her less respect. It was as if everything had changed since last night.

Was her crystal shoes still there?

One was in his drawer, the other in hers.

If he wanted to find her, he would have found her shoes if he had only to search around with the crystal shoes in his drawer.

Once upon a time, the agreement was very beautiful.

At this moment, he remembered the previous agreement with a hint of bitterness.

Amidst the bustling city, there were many tall buildings, but they were the most unfamiliar one. She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "You don't need to work?"

"I've applied for leave of absence for two months."

He had casually said this before, but when he heard her words, he was surprised. "Why?" This was the first time he shouted like this.

"You are tired and need to rest."

"I'm not tired, f * ck you." She continued to shout, her voice breaking.

But the car had stopped, and there was Ah Cheng waiting for them outside.

She didn't want to get out of the car. She seemed to have a bad premonition, as if she was about to lose her freedom.

However, Ke Zhengwei had already circled around to the front of her car. With a wave of his hand, she was pulled out of the car. Her arms were tightly locked together.

In the early morning, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor of the building. It was as if he was telling a story from a long time ago …

Such a tall building, every room in it was filled with all kinds of people, and outside was the bustling world of cars and horses.

However, when Yinyin faced everything in the room alone, she realized that everything on the surface was fake. She could see all the splendor, but she was no longer free.

There had been no sound in her world since that morning, when Cozheng had left her alone in a room in the corner of the building.

The world was very quiet. Even the sounds of people standing by the window watching the cars coming and going were like an illusion.

Outside the brown glass was an iron railing, looking at her mercilessly and ruthlessly. Inside the room, there was a bed, a table, and then there was a book …

Books, countless books, had he left her, books to kill time for loneliness?

But pride had kept her from touching the books, and why should he keep her here?

Was it because she insisted on going to see Yufan at XX Hospital? But he hadn't even read the text, how could he have known?

But even so, he had no reason to restrain her.

She wanted to ask him, but when she was pushed into the room, he took a step in front of her and then disappeared around the bend in the lintel.

There was no television in the room, no telephone, no radio, and suddenly she had lost all contact with the world.

There were many things she really did not understand. Why did he treat her like this?

She had kicked and shouted at the closed door, but only silence and her own low echo answered her.

Then she fell silent and sat down in a corner of the room. On the wooden floor, she hugged her knees and buried her face deep in them, unable to understand what had happened to her.

However, a very realistic voice told her that she had been placed under Ko Zhengwei's house arrest. As for why, the answer was somewhat vague, and she didn't want to admit that it was because of Zhong Yufan.

Every day when it was time for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, the closed door suddenly opened a small window at the bottom of the door, and her food was brought in.

It was just that she didn't have any appetite at all.

The world was very quiet. She began to miss Weiwei, Huizhen, MeiRong and even Yufan …

When every familiar face flashed in front of him, his heart would feel more or less warm and strong.

She would have survived no matter how difficult the situation was. She didn't believe that she would not be able to survive this time's forbidden technique.

There would be people looking for her, of course, and her Weiwei would be screaming for her mother.

For the past three days, Ke Zhengwei had not shown up. The food in front of his door had been placed in his storage ring countless times before it was taken out.

She had insisted on not even looking at the books because she hated how Kirkzhong treated her.

He didn't know if it was related to love, but no matter how much love there was, that love had changed its nature. What's more, she really couldn't confirm it for him right now.

It was only when she had entered this room that she realized that she did not understand why his mother, the woman still in the lunatic asylum, had gone mad.

After three days of hunger strike and hunger strike, she was getting weaker and weaker. She had neither taken a sip of water nor eaten anything. She was silently protesting against Ke Zhengwei's cruelty to her.

In fact, every minute and every second was long. She was enveloped in a boundless loneliness, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Every time she stood guard at the door, looking forward to the opening of the small window and the possibility of talking to someone, all she saw was a pair of silent hands, and the owner of that hands had always ignored her shouts. No one paid any attention to her, as if she were just a little bird in a cage.

No matter how loud he shouted, what he got in return was only the indifference and coldness of others. She was nothing, not Ke Zhengwei's wife, just a pet.

Then why did he see Weiwei as if she was already dead, why did he give her crystal fairy tales over and over again?

Every time she thought of the tea flowers, the blue evening gown with the lake water, and the crystal shoes that he and she had left behind, her heart would be filled with confusion. It was also during this time that she couldn't help but silently shed tears.

It had been three days, and her tears had dried up, leaving only emptiness in her eyes.

The night was woven, and she had never turned on the light switch on the wall before, so she didn't even know what it felt like to be in a room with lights on.

Silently, she walked to the window. Through the transparent glass and the iron bars, she looked out at the brightly lit building. She must be living on the top floor of this building, because a city was right at her feet.

She looked at it as if she had trampled a world on the mountain the night before she came to the cabin, and from that night the world had become strange.

He just stood there silently for a long time, until the lights of the myriad houses outside the window went out one by one. The night also became darker and darker.

In the end, who was the one she would rely on in her life?

Curled up in the soft quilt, she opened her eyes and closed them. It was dark, her stomach was growling, she was really, really hungry, but she didn't want to eat anything. She just wanted someone to tell her why he was doing this to her.

In the early hours of the morning, Cinderella's dream had awoken. Her crystal shoes had been left somewhere unknown to her. Her prince would never find her again.

Darkness weave, loneliness weave, sleep in a haze, do not think of anything, just quietly sleep.

It was as if someone had walked in and held her cold hands, warm and refreshing. She greedily rubbed herself against the source of the warmth.

There was a touch of gentleness on the tip of his finger.

"I'm sorry." His soft mumble came from the trance.

Did he come?

Did he come to see her so late at night to let her go?

She really didn't like it here. She wanted to see Weiwei, wanted to hear voices, wanted to walk in a world of cars and horses.

Actually, she had always been unable to sleep soundly. She had always had too many things on her mind, so she was unwilling to give up.

Her lips fluttered to her forehead, and the wetness of the touch made her want to open her eyes. It must be him, she begged him, begging him to let her go.

But at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. She was really, really tired.

"I'm sorry." It was still that tiny male voice that floated into her dreams.

The murmur was accompanied by the warmth and strength of his fingertips, which gripped her tighter and tighter, as if afraid she would disappear.

It was also because of that pain that caused Yin to wake up uncontrollably.

In the darkness she could smell the familiar cologne, hear the shallow breathing, and still his murmur: I'm sorry.

He squinted his eyes. Actually, even if he were to open his eyes, he would not be able to see clearly. The surroundings were truly very dark.

She let him hold her hand. She suddenly didn't want to care about him anymore. She wanted to see how he would treat her.

She really hoped that he would bring her away from here. She didn't want to be confined by him like this again.

"Yin, I only did that because I didn't want you to get hurt." He continued mumbling.

However, even though some people did not want to hurt others, they were destined to only harm others.

For example, Yinyin had already been hurt by him.

He said he just didn't want her to be hurt. Was he doing this for her own good?

Still silent, she continued to listen to him.

"Yin, eat something, or you won't be able to last much longer."

If she couldn't eat it, could she even eat it if she treated it like this?