Chapter 330 Making a Promise

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He looked around and saw no sign of Gu Beisheng.

At this time, the wind became stronger and it was blowing very messily.

He also felt a chill.

It looks like it's going to rain.

Gu Beisheng was afraid of the dark, so he probably didn't leave.

Thinking of this, I strode to the other end of the corridor to look for him.

There was no one in the corner where I could squat.

This was her second time here, so she probably wasn't particularly familiar with it.

He thought of two places.

The first one was the small balcony where he celebrated her birthday.

The second one is the viewing platform of the small garden.

He was closer to the first place and walked quickly over.

A hundred meters away, I saw a small balcony.

There is almost no shelter there, and you can clearly see the small balcony at a glance.

However, Gu Beisheng was not there.

His long eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a hint of panic on his cold face.

Her symptoms just now were not only physical discomfort, but also mental and emotional problems.

We can't let her stay out alone late at night.

He returned and walked towards the observation deck.

Go to the other side of the corridor and pass by a small pavilion.

Finally, we came to the bottom of the observation deck.

Looking up, you can see countless purple-brown vines, the glimmer of money.

As they climbed up the stairs, sure enough, they saw Gu Beisheng squatting next to the rattan table, holding his head in his hands, feeling very out of control.

He walked over quickly, not daring to be as direct as before, but he didn't know how to wake him up from the pain.

Finally, he squatted down next to her, keeping her company quietly without saying a word.

After Gu Beisheng heard the footsteps, he buried his head in his knees and wrists, as if to isolate himself from the outside world.

Fu Xizhou looked at her symptoms and instantly understood that she, like him, had a mental illness.

During the illness, I was unwilling to communicate with anyone.

She could help him heal and control his condition, but she couldn't heal herself.

Gu Beisheng's eyes were wet and he sniffed, his throat seemed to be tightly held by a pair of invisible hands.

As soon as she took a breath, the hand tightened.

Painful and suffocating.

It causes the whole heart to feel pain like lingering pain.

She seemed to have fallen into the deep sea. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not receive oxygen.

Breathing becomes more and more rapid...

Just when she thought she was about to drown, a weight hit her back, and instantly, her entire body was wrapped in a soft down quilt.

The tightly closed eyes were slightly loosened.

A glimmer of light filtered through the gap between her knees.

A little bit of clarity.

She took a deep breath and struggled to crawl out from the bottom of the abyss.

When I opened my eyes completely, I realized that everything was cold.

The feeling of suffocation was lifted bit by bit, and breathing became smoother.

Looking at the duvet wrapped around him, a warm feeling spread from his back.

In the darkness, there seemed to be fireflies beating.

She looked back and saw Fu Xizhouying's deep face. She squinted her eyes and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Fu Xizhou looked at her with confusion in her eyes, her face was very pale, and her thin lips moved: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so afraid of the dark."

Gu Beisheng's heart trembled.

She's not afraid of the dark.

It's just that what happened has been hidden in my heart for too long and suppressed for too long.

The darkness was like a predator to her, ruthless and cold, reminding her of unbearable images.

Seeing her dull look, Fu Xizhou raised his long arms and pulled her into his arms. His low voice was like broken jade: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

He apologized again and made a promise.

This time, she didn't push him away.

Her hands groped up to hug his neck, and her lips inadvertently brushed against his collarbone.

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