Gu Yuying came quietly and left quietly, but he carried away the clouds in Luo Qingli's heart with him.
If she could, Luo Qingli had truly hoped that Gu Yuying had never come, even though she really wanted to see him. It was just that seeing him for ten minutes, and then watching him leave in a hurry, took Luo Qingli from the heights of joy to the depths of sorrow. Something about that didn't sit right with her.
Her dazzling, fox-like eyes, the vibrant pupils - all had dimmed with Gu Yuying's departure.
Indeed, Gu Yuying had come to relieve the pain of longing, and though it was just ten days, Gu Yuying didn't know if one could call it melodramatic, but, indeed, the days without Luo Qingli around, he always felt something was off.
A sense of discomfort throughout his body, suggesting that habituation was indeed a terrible thing, but Gu Yuying, he liked this kind of habit.
On the way home, Gu Yuying laughed at himself. He really was a masochist.