Chapter 42

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Gu Qingchi approached Xie Luyu and hugged him lightly, like a rare cat that the owner asked for a hug.

But Xie Luyu didn't move. He frowned, wondering.

"are you drunk?"

Gu Qingchi hugged him. At this time, his chin was resting on Xie Luyu's shoulder. His eyes widened a little, and he still didn't move.

Xie Luyu paused, rubbed Gu Qingchi's head, and it exploded slightly.

Like comforting an autistic cat.

Gu Qingchi released his hand, lowered his head, a little dazed, and froze in place.

Xie Luyu pressed down his head this time and buried it in his neck.

He stood there, tall and gentle, which made him feel at ease. The clothes on his body were thick and warm.

"You can cry."

Gu Qingchi didn't move, nor made a sound. After a while, Xie Luyu felt drops of hot liquid drip onto his skin.

This is really sudden.

Suddenly, it was like the person who just smiled and said that he would live a good life, turned his head but was overwhelmed, and burst into tears.

There was nothing wrong with Gu Qingchi's expression.

But Xie Luyu can always capture Gu Qingchi's true emotions, and his sensitivity to subtle changes in Gu Qingchi's emotions is simply terrifying.

But even if it is not right.

Xie Luyu didn't ask or say anything.

He knows that any words are superfluous at this time.

Xie Luyu just gently touched Gu Qingchi's hair, and gently patted his back.

Little raccoon originally yelled out of dissatisfaction, but now she became quiet. She seemed to have noticed something wrong, and sat by the door, looking at the two people uneasy.

This is the first time Gu Qingchi cried in these years, after having been lonely for so long.

Even silent and depressive.

Even he himself was surprised, and he didn't understand why the tears kept pouring out.

But this is still a vent.

Gu Qingchi was not like this at the beginning. He still gave himself a lot of planning, goals, and encouragement at the beginning.

Later, I only felt troubled and tired.

He showed the appearance of being indifferent to everything, not because of character or something, he really thought that way.

So that when everything is over, he still does.

Every moment, he feels that everything is meaningless, pain is meaningless, eating is meaningless, toys are meaningless, and games are meaningless.

Sometimes, he can't help but think that it's meaningless to live.

But in fact, he has been avoiding this idea.

He wants to live, no, it should be said that he is eager to live.

So while suppressing himself, he also forced himself to live like a normal person every day, needing to work every day, and need to eat every day.

But he seemed to pretend to be so good that everyone didn't notice his strangeness.

Everyone didn't know that he was in a quagmire, unable to move his hands and feet, and he needed someone else to pull him.

This was the first time in so long that he tried to reach out and grab something.

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