Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

Lu Beiting stood there, stunned, for a very long time.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided, and the hazy light fell in, casting a lonely shadow on his sharply defined profile.

Lu Beiting carefully put the greeting card away and tucked it into his pocket.

Lin Qian's broken and fragmented plea echoed in his mind:

"Please... there's really nothing between him and me..."

"I bought you a couple's ring, would you like to wear it?"

"Lu Beiting, please don't bully me..."

And how did he do it?

He was blinded by jealousy and a nameless fear, responding to her cries with even colder words, even saying:

"It's too late, it's no use buying anything now."

Lu Beiting went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

The air was bitterly cold in the early winter morning, but he seemed oblivious. He knocked a cigarette out of his pack, lit it, and the crimson sparks flickered in the grey sky.

He remained calm for a very long time.

In the bedroom behind them, Lin Qian showed no signs of waking up.

Lu Beiting walked over and stood guard by the bedside, his gaze fixed on Lin Qian's sleeping face.

Lin Qian was not sleeping soundly; her brows were slightly furrowed, and there were still tear stains on her eyelashes, making her look fragile and vulnerable.

Her lips were a little red and swollen, and even a little broken.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes and put on the couple's ring.

Not only that, he also put it on Lin Qian, who was still unconscious.

They look like a perfect match.

It seemed as if it were meant to be this way.

-

Lin Qian woke up in the afternoon.

She opened her eyes groggily and felt a cold sensation beneath her, as if an ointment had been applied.

Seeing that she had opened her eyes, Lu Beiting asked in a hoarse voice, "Baby, do you want some water?"

Lin Qian nodded, looking aggrieved.

Lu Beiting mixed the anti-inflammatory granules with the medicine and gave it to her.

The warm water flowed down her throat, and Lin Qian drank a large glass of water in one gulp.

Lu Beiting's eyes were noticeably bloodshot as he asked her softly, "Anything that's bothering you?"

Lin Qian lowered her eyelashes, her throat was sore, so she didn't speak, but instead buried her head in the blanket.

She is feeling very upset right now.

It was more painful for her than the physical pain.

She... didn't want to see Lu Beiting anymore. At least not right now.

Lu Beiting stood at the head of the bed, watching the girl, who looked like a frightened little animal, blinking her swollen red eyes and burying herself in the quilt.

He swallowed hard, leaned closer, and whispered soothingly, "Still feeling unwell?"

Lifting the blanket, I saw Lin Qian sobbing softly, her eyes brimming with tears that seemed about to fall, her nose red, and her breathing shallow and broken.

Her first reaction upon seeing him was to shrink back.

She was rejecting him.

This reaction was unexpected by Lu Beiting.

Like an invisible yet stinging slap, it landed hard and unexpectedly on his face.

Lu Beiting felt a pang of discomfort, and the dull pain gradually spread.

He got into bed and wanted to hug her.

Lin Qian shrank back again, tears falling down her cheeks in a muffled thud.

"Calm down, can you please not come again? I'm not feeling well..."

Lu Beiting paused.

It felt like a stone was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

What mistakes did Lin Qian make from beginning to end?

She was unaware of Wen Shuyan's inappropriate intentions, so all her actions were within reason.

Wen Shuyan was her childhood sweetheart, one of the few sources of warmth and support during her dark childhood, and the one who accompanied her through the painful years after losing her mother.

What right does Lu Beiting have to make her tell Wen Shuyan to get lost?

Lu Beiting closed his eyes tightly.

The anger and jealousy he had been feeling these past few days were driving him crazy, and yet he was dragging the innocent Lin Qian down with him.

"No," Lu Beiting took a deep breath. "Lin Qian, I just want to hug you, is that okay?"

But he moved a little closer.

Lin Qian stepped back a little.

Lu Beiting's throat was dry, and his voice was muffled: "I'm sorry."

Lin Qian didn't say anything, but just hugged her knees, adopting a defensive posture.

She touched her hand and suddenly felt something cold.

When I took it out, I saw it was the ring I had bought; I didn't know when I had put it on my hand.

Looking up again, Lu Beiting was wearing another matching couple's ring on his finger.

The man noticed her gaze and said, "The ring is beautiful, I like it very much."

Lin Qian felt sullen, so she took off the ring from her finger and casually tossed it onto the bed.

Lu Beiting picked it up, intending to put it back on her.

Lin Qian pulled her hands back under the covers and lowered her head without saying a word.

Lu Beiting froze, his voice still gentle: "Why aren't you wearing it?"

She lowered her head and whispered, "You said it yourself... It's too late, it's no use buying anything now."

Lin Qian choked up for a moment: "So I might as well just sell it."

She also wasted two or three months' worth of her savings.

With the slightest movement, Lin Qian could feel a dull ache in the skin on her waist and legs.

"It's not late, I like it very much, I will wear it all the time." Lu Beiting leaned down and wanted to hug her.

Lin Qian pushed him away, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, "Lu Beiting... I want to move out. I don't want to live with you anymore."

She wanted to rent a place of her own, not a big one, not a luxurious one, but a space that was completely her own.

Then she worked hard to earn money and bought her own house outright, so that she would have a "home".

Lu Beiting: "Don't move out. I've already had the doctor examine you, and you won't be doing these things for the next week. I also won't stop you from going to work anymore, and I won't make you do things with me out of control anymore."

Lin Qian shook her head, stubbornly repeating the same sentence:

I want to move out.

She didn't want to sleep with him anymore, not even just under the covers with her eyes closed.