The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng didn't have much luggage.

The clothes in the wardrobe were all bought by Wen Zhi; she only took her old clothes with her.

Qi Xue, a colleague at the coffee shop, hadn't found a roommate yet, so Wen Yisheng decided to go over. Qi Xue was naturally happy and welcomed her over the phone.

Wen Yisheng put the old, worn-out rabbit doll on her desk into her suitcase. Her father, Wen Yan, had sewn it for her when she was little, and she had to take it with her.

My gaze suddenly stopped, and I saw the thing next to the doll—

Crystal music box.

This is a New Year's gift from Wen Zhi to her.

A piano boy in a black suit and a ballet girl on tiptoe quietly keep each other company in a crystal ball.

Wen Yisheng's heart suddenly calmed down. She picked up the music box and wound up the bottom. Soft light shone inside the box, and ballet music seemed to pour from the black and white keys under the boy's fingertips. The girl twirled gracefully in response.

Wen Yisheng stared at the crystal ball and suddenly noticed something.

The piano boy didn't look down at the keys; he seemed to be glancing at the ballet girl.

Wen Yisheng smiled, realizing how boring she was; what difference did it make where she looked?

Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, but still put the music box into her suitcase and took it with her.

What she didn't see was that when the clockwork stopped turning, the lights went out, and the crystal ball dimmed, there were letters 'S' and 'Z' engraved on the small piano if you looked closely.

Of course you can't see it...

More people will appreciate the radiant beauty, while few will venture into the darkness where evil breeds.

~

It's 9 p.m. now, and Wen Yisheng is pulling her suitcase out of the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, I saw Wen Zhi sitting on the sofa.

He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, his face fair and refined, his eyelashes jet black, and his thin eyelids revealing blue veins through the translucent white.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and saw Wen Yisheng pulling a suitcase: "Where are you going so late?"

"I'm moving out," Wen Yisheng said.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Is it alright if we don't move out?"

Wen Yisheng gripped the suitcase handle tightly, feeling somewhat moved.

The living room was large, but only one small light was on.

He was shrouded in shadow, as if enveloped in a thick, dark, and chilling loneliness.

Wen Yisheng felt a sudden pang of sadness.

She lived here with Wen Zhi for over a year... of course, feelings would develop.

"Ah Sheng, do you remember? You said you would stay with me. Why did you break your promise and leave me like Mother did?" His voice was very soft.

Wen Yisheng looked away from him.

He seemed to possess a melancholic and alluring charm that made people want to protect and cherish him.

Wen Yisheng made up her mind, "I didn't leave, I just moved out."

"I'm leaving."

"Please don't leave tonight, okay? It's so late," Wen Zhi pleaded.

Wen Yisheng pulled her suitcase to the door. "Go to sleep early."

Wen Zhi's face gradually turned pale. "Then I'll have the driver take you."

"No need, I called a ride-hailing service."

"..." Wen Zhi sat motionless on the sofa, staring at Wen Yisheng's figure, his deep pupils like a stagnant pool.

His humble attempts to persuade her to stay were futile. The tenderness in Wen Zhi's eyes vanished, and he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "You're in such a hurry to leave because you're dating a handsome younger brother and don't want your older brother anymore?"

Wen Yisheng paused, not even glancing at him. There was indeed another side hidden beneath his gentle face.

Bang! Wen Yisheng slammed the door shut.

Wen Zhi sighed dejectedly, leaned back on the sofa, and a shadow fell over his face.

A mist suddenly welled up in his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes with a sense of grievance.

she left.

really gone.

He hadn't even wanted to pursue the matter of that kiss anymore...