[Elite Lawyer X Social Reporter]
"Wen Yang, we will be together for a long time, a long time, long enough to cover all the mornings, evenings and seasons of our lives."
"Shen Yanzhou, the altar is too high, why not fall into my arms."
That rainy season was very long, and the light rain was pouring down, which was annoying.
The apartment Shen Yanzhou gave to Wen Yang was not big, but the heating was very good.
Every time he opened the door and came in, he saw her huddled on the sofa, barefoot, with a blanket wrapped up to her chin, like a cat waiting for its owner to come home.
"Next time if you wait, turn on the heater and put on socks." He stood in the entrance hall, with water drops still hanging on his coat, and his voice was lower than usual.
Wen Yang huddled in the blanket, her eyes drifting to the side, not looking at his face. The tips of her ears were red, and her mouth was very harsh: "I didn't wait for you on purpose."
Shen Yanzhou walked over, leaned down, and put his hands on the back of the sofa, enclosing her whole body in the middle. She stepped back and pressed her back against the armrest of the sofa. There was no place to hide.
He looked down at her with a heavy gaze, as if he wanted to take in her whole body.
"Also," he raised his hand, put his fingertips against her chin, and gently lifted it up, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled fiercely, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
His voice was not high, but he bit each word tightly, as if he wanted to drive these words into her bones.
"As long as you wait here -" he paused, his thumb gently rubbed her chin, "when the door opens, it will be me."
Wen Yang didn't say anything. Her eyes brightened and then darkened. Finally, she lowered her head and rested her forehead on his chest.
He felt her breath through the shirt, warm and gentle.
He didn't speak any more, he just held her tighter.
The rainy season is not over yet.
The day after the divorce procedures were completed, Shen Yanzhou returned to the apartment after get off work and opened the door. The living room was very quiet.
The heating was not on, the blankets on the sofa were neatly folded, the half-drinked glass of water on the coffee table was no longer there, and the pair of high heels she always forgot to put away beside the shoe cabinet were no longer there.
He stood in the middle of the living room, looking at the empty room.
The curtains were drawn, the lights were not turned on, and the whole room was gray. There seemed to be a bit of her smell in the air, but he couldn't tell whether it was true or if he had just remembered it wrongly.
He couldn't explain the feeling clearly, it was probably that his heart was emptied.
It's not pain, it's pain but I still feel it.
It is empty, there is nothing left, even the pain does not know where to go.
After the love burned fiercely, there was only a little residual warmth left.
Intention: Some love never needs to be expressed verbally.
