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Unfortunately, he said there was no oil. He just said it out loud, but there was still no oil. There was only a single lantern by the window emitting a faint glow. The slightly damp oil paper slowly dried up.

He slid into the doorway, his back to the door, and stared at the lantern.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked softly.

However, he said, "I drank too much today. Zhiqiu, do you know how to forget?"

"Nope."

He turned to look at me with a wry smile.

I did not speak, he was so inexplicable, but I was not afraid of him, perhaps he gave me a warm impression.

With him around, the sound of the rain and bamboo creaking seemed to have become less terrifying.

I looked at him silently. The sadness in his eyes was like a river, but he didn't break the dam. The pain overflowed, but he endured it silently.

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a little sad. Such a noble, handsome and warm man, he could be considered to be standing at the top of power, but he was actually so injured?

He was very close to me, and very far away.

I licked my lips and felt a little dry. Looking at him, I suddenly had the urge to get close to him, so I tried to comfort him, "Don't be sad, things that are sad will eventually pass, bit by bit, no matter how deep it is, it will weaken the flow of time, or it will slowly hide in a corner of your heart and slowly become a thing of the past."

He looked up at me, and the pain shot out like night. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "I want to leave her."

He felt an indescribable pain in his heart. "Why?"

I don't know why I asked him, but we weren't really close, and we hadn't known each other for long, but I had a good impression of him.

He smiled bitterly. "Zhiqiu, I want to leave her so that she can be happier. "Zhiqiu, can you help me with something? Help me put on a show."

His eyes were filled with determination and determination.

"Alright." I heard my own voice, light as the wind.

He smiled at me gratefully and settled back into his own pain.

He wanted me to act, to pretend it was a good, good kind of relationship, to make another woman give up.

I could see the pain in his heart, but I didn't know why he did it.

At some point, the rain stopped, and at daybreak, the crisp cry of a bird came from outside the window. We were still on our own sides, and I think it was the loneliness of the night that allowed him to remove his disguise and see his pain. At dawn, he was that warm and steady man again.

Opening the door, a surge of fresh air rushed in.

All the murky air in his chest had also cleared up, and his mind had become clear.

He turned his head to look at me and smiled. "Zhi Qiu, why don't you play a song in the forest this early?"

I did not object. He went to get the guqin and walked out with the water drops on the bamboo leaves.

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I stumbled on the branch of bamboo and threw myself forward. I grabbed a bamboo to steady myself, or I would have fallen to the ground.

When he raised his head and met his warm and smiling eyes, he extended his hand and curled his lips.

It was like a string in my heart.

I held out my hand, my fingertips trembling. I didn't dare to touch it.

Instead, he stepped forward and held my hand with his slender hand. "Be careful," he said softly.

I couldn't hear his words. I could only feel his hands were so warm, from the point of contact to the top of my heart, that I couldn't hear anything.

What he wanted me to help was very, very simple.

We were sitting on the edge of the bamboo forest. There were tables and chairs, all made of stone.

Each person and one zither, it was obvious that he was extremely anxious to play them.

Quietly, the sound of the carriage was mixed in with the faint sound of the zither.

I was startled when she came.