Chapter 1262 There Is only No Love

Gu Chen looked at the person who had stopped calling him. Her eyes never moved away from him. It was so dark, but she didn't know what she could see clearly, or she just knew that he was in that direction, so Maintaining this posture, looking at him invisible.

Gu Chen gradually lost sight of the life in her eyes, and could only read a bit of deep despair in her eyes. In despair, there were many emotions, such as pain and guilt.

However, after looking at it for a long time, Gu Chen couldn't see the emotion he should have in her dying eyes.

like.

There is no love.

The same Jian Sangyu, the same pair of eyes that belong to her.

In the dream, she looked into his eyes and saw everything except love.

This realization made Gu Chen feel like he was about to suffocate. He struggled to get closer to her to see her more clearly, but the surroundings were turning upside down.

And just like that, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

When he opened his eyes, it was still the bedroom he had been in before going to bed, and the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly and sweetly against him.

Gu Chen let go of her and slowly sat up. He looked at the time and saw that it was only five o'clock in the morning.

He got off the ground gently, put on his coat, took the cigarette and lighter that had been there for who knows how long from the drawer, and went to the balcony quietly alone.

Gu Chen lit up the cigarette and took a long drag. Feeling the cold wind blowing on his body, he felt a little bit like he had come back to his senses.

He raised his hand and wiped his forehead, which was covered with cold sweat.

Gu Chen closed his eyes gently, and the eyes in his dream couldn't help but come to mind.

He had a dream that was almost the same as what she said: an earthquake in a small town, and she and he were crushed under the rubble.

Gu Chen hurriedly put out the cigarette he had only taken two puffs on, and hurriedly returned to the bedroom, turned on the light, and looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed. He stretched out his hand and pushed, "Jian Sangyu, wake up."

Jian Sangyu hummed, twisted and turned over without waking up.

Gu Chen did not give up and continued to push until he woke up reluctantly.

"What are you doing? What time is it now!" Jian Sangyu angrily kicked his feet and pushed the quilt to the ground. He was sleeping soundly and was woken up by someone like this. He glared at Gu Chen angrily and raised his finger to point at Gu Chen. , his fingertips were trembling with anger, "If you dare to tell me to get up for a morning run, I will... I will strangle you to death!"

"Look at me." Gu Chen reached out and gently held her hand in his palm. In his dream, he had seen these hands with all five fingers broken. She didn't cry out in pain, but it made him feel distressed.

"There's something wrong with you!" Jian Sangyu scolded Gu Chen angrily, but still looked up at Gu Chen and snorted, "What are you doing~"

Gu Chen put her palm to his lips and kissed her gently. He looked carefully at her eyes as she looked at him. There was a little bit of grievance and a little bit of dissatisfaction in her eyes when she was woken up by him before she had slept well. Happy.

But all these emotions were replaced by something called tenderness after he kissed her palm.

It was obvious that the first sentence was still scolding him for something wrong, but the tone of the second sentence had softened.

Gu Chen bent down and picked up the quilt from the ground, lay down on it, covered the two of them with the quilt, then lowered his head and kissed them.

He said, "Don't close your eyes, open your eyes and look at me."

Her long eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings. She opened her eyes and looked at him as instructed, her eyes full of doubts. She had always been easy to coax, even if she was woken up by him early in the morning and lost her temper and kicked the quilt. Now she was no longer angry and her full attention was on him.

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The same person, the same place, the same event, whether there is love or not, means different words will be said and different reactions will be made.