Chapter 217

The wind in Nanli City tonight was a bit cool.

The boy’s thin figure wandered in the night, walking aimlessly. He finally seemed to be tired and stopped at the side of the street lamp.

The light from the street lamp shone down from overhead, and his gaze was indistinct in the dim light. Only a faint outline of his face could be glimpsed.

The lighter whooshed to life in his hand, and the scarlet flame cut through the dreary night. His body carrying the fresh smell of alcohol, he looked down at the flame, having light and dark gazes at turn.

Then, he took a box of cigarettes out from his jacket pocket and lit one up,

In the darkness of the night, a tiny curl of white smoke, slowly rising up, brushed his delicate and clear eyebrows.

He looked a little lazy and tired, the night breeze blew coldly, brushing the scarlet light between his fingers as he held it to his mouth. Xie Xinglin dropped his eyes to look at the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a great pain in his stomach.

When helping out at the nightclub, he drank a few glasses of strong alcohol on an empty stomach.

The fever seemed to have not subsided, and this time it seemed as if the temperature of his body was even hotter.

Whenever he went there, he always expressionlessly looked at the men and women who were enjoying this night’s revelry in the dark. His lips may be carrying a smile, but his soul was stripped from his actions.

Sober and numb.

He just thought of something, but his stomach cramped again. He leaned his whole weight against the pole, took out the cigarette, then bent over, the force of his coughs wracking his slender frame. He looked at the shadow beneath his feet, and whether it was from his drunkenness or not, his shadow looked strange and warped.

Like a monster with teeth and claws, about to devour him.

He was just about to put the cigarette in his mouth when the sound of footsteps rang out in front of him in the empty street. Someone was coming.

His consciousness just thought of this, and when he raised his head, the tip of his nose rested against something.

He held her waist tighter, seemingly unstable. His temperature was too warm, and he seemed like he was in a haze.

Then Su Qiuge heard him whisper, “I know I’m no good, not worthy of you.”

Speaking of this, his tone became somewhat soft and even sounded to her with tones of begging.

“But Qiuqiu, don’t leave me, okay?”

He was obviously a very proud man.

He usually wore a cold mask and spoke flirtatious words.

But at this time, he was fragile like glass.

Su Qiuge’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

She should have known, even the most powerful people, would be afraid.

Not to mention him.

She should have given him a sense of security long ago.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then wrapped her arms back around him and whispered, “Who said you don’t deserve me?”

“There is no such thing as being worthy or unworthy of a relationship. There is only like or dislike.”

The sky was clear and the stars visible.

When Xie Xinglin heard this phrase, his eyelashes fluttered, and before he could respond, she backed up and took out a small box from her pocket.

The small box opened. Inside lay a necklace reflecting the light. The necklace had a pendant with a small golden star.

She placed the necklace in her hand, examined it carefully, then smiled and asked him, “Do you like it? The plastic one you were given before is too shabby and seems to be broken. It doesn’t feel like it’s going to shine. This time, I’ll give you gold-plated one.”