"Go, go?" Yan Zhuo's eyes widened in disbelief. Was it the word "go" that he understood?

But how could it be? He remembered that a few days before he left, Song Yaya's condition had just improved, Song Yaya was still so young, she was so cute, and kind... how could it be.

Yan Zhuo froze on the bed, his head was in chaos, he blinked, and then stared at somewhere on the ground.

Song Yan felt sour when he saw it, came over and wiped the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Don't cry."

Yan Zhuo sniffed and felt the tenderness of his fingertips, making him even sadder.

"It's okay," Song Yan comforted. "You can think about it from another angle. Ya Ya is just... going to accompany her mother."

For at least the past three years, Song Yan has been persuading himself like this.

Yan Zhuo's eyes were sore, his lips trembled but he couldn't speak. After a while, he calmed down and said to Song Yan, "I'm sorry."

Song Yan smiled, not understanding where his apology came from: "What are you apologizing for?"

Yan Zhuo lowered his head: "I shouldn't have asked more, you must...you must be very sad."

"It's all over." Song Yan said lightly, "Ya Ya has been with me."

Yan Zhuo raised his head: "Huh?"

Song Yan pointed to his eyes: "This is what she left for me."

"...The cornea?"

"Ok."

...

That day, until Yan Zhuo left the dormitory to go to work, he didn't say anything about expelling Song Yan, perhaps to take care of Song Yan's emotions, because he was keenly aware of Song Yan's sadness when he mentioned Song Yaya. And sadness, just hide it.

Song Yan has always been like this.

At noon the next day, Zhou Yang finally reached an agreement with Xiao Zhu and moved to his dormitory.

And Yan Zhuo only found out after dinner in the evening.

"What about your loyalty?" Yan Zhuo was indignant.

"No," Zhou Yang shook his head vigorously, "I have never had this thing."

"..."

Yan Zhuo sighed and stepped heavily on his white shoes before he felt comfortable throughout his body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The cry was so loud that Song Yan next door could hear it.

Song Yan curled her lips, and Yan Zhuo appeared at the door of the dormitory after a while.

Song Yan teased: "Have you finished your revenge?"

Yan Zhuo glanced at him and walked slowly to his bed, thinking that he didn't even blame you as the culprit. He was annoyed: "It's none of your business."

Why is it none of his business. Song Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "We'll be left in this room from now on. Hello, roommate."

Yan Zhuo said, "Who is your roommate..." It was you who forced the way into the house.

There was a strong accusation in his tone, how could Song Yan not hear it.

Song Yan glanced up and down at him with the corners of his lips hooked.

Yan Zhuo swallowed.

Song Yan's brows are high and his eyes are deep. It's like... as if he can guess what you're thinking by looking at you.

Yan Zhuo glanced at the beginning, his eyes wandering erratically.

Song Yan stared at him sharply, and suddenly asked, "What are you hiding?"

Yan Zhuo denied: "I didn't." Then he turned around and was about to walk towards the door, he really couldn't stay any longer.

Song Yan took a big step and stretched out his arms to stop him.

"Let's talk." Song Yan said.

Yan Zhuo frowned and said stiffly, "We have nothing to talk about."

"Wait," Song Yan saw that he was leaving again, and quickly grabbed his arm, "You listen to me first—"

Yan Zhuo stood up straight: "Listen to what you said?"

"I"

"Zhou Yang was forced away by you."

"..."

"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo sighed, "Stop playing, go back."

Song Yan was startled by what he said, then slowly let go of his hand, frowned and said incredulously, "You think... I'm playing? Did I force Xiao Zhou away?"

"Isn't it?" Yan Zhuo pursed his lips.

Song Yan really wanted to strangle himself at this moment, how many things he had done in the past made Yan Zhuo think of him so much and avoided him like a snake.

His lips moved and moved again, and finally he could only explain dryly: "Yan Zhuo, I'm not playing."

Song Yan's hurt expression stung Yan Zhuo's heart, his heart throbbing uncomfortably, he ripped his hair, and then turned his head irritably.

He didn't want to see Song Yan.

Because he is too stupid, he can't see the intention of all Song Yan's actions, or he doesn't want to think deeply. To think deeply is to fall.

Three years, it took him nearly three years to get out, and he didn't want to get stuck in anymore.

He will no longer be a licking dog, nor will he be hurt again.

Song Yan has no heart, he should have understood from the beginning.

Yan Zhuo said, "No matter what you are thinking, please stay away from me."

Song Yan swallowed, "Yan Zhuo, I can't do it."

"You can't do it! What can't you do! You already have a girlfriend and you've been pestering me all the time! What can't you do!"

After saying this, Yan Zhuo walked forward in a daze.

Seeing him leave, Song Yan quickly chased after him in a hurry, then hugged him tightly from behind: "I don't have it, Yan Zhuo I don't."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Yan Zhuo's heart twitched.

The person behind him was very tall, and Yan Zhuo could feel his head leaning back slightly, so that he could knock Song Yan's mouth.

It doesn't matter how it is, Song Yan secretly kissed his hair and remained silent without speaking.

Yan Zhuo said angrily, "Let go."

Song Yan muffled: "I don't—"

Song Yan hugged him and said in his ear, "I've been looking for you for almost three years. Yan Zhuo, I miss you very much."

Yan Zhuo let him hold him like this and didn't respond.