Fallen for You: The Idol and His Fan-Chapter 43 - 42: Because of You (2)

This night, was deep.

The starlit sky was sparse and clear, with the streetlights of the entire film city lined up, seemingly endless, illuminating this chilly street.

Some people were sound asleep, while others... held candles to read through the night—

"Liu Xuan." Ying Zhiqing steeled her heart and said, "You should leave."

Liu Xuan was taken aback and strode forward to grasp her arm with a bit of force, making Ying Zhiqing meet his gaze, "What did you say?"

Ying Zhiqing’s eyes brimmed with tears, her expression filled with a determined sadness as she firmed her tone: "You should leave! Don’t stay here, don’t stay by my side!"

Liu Xuan furrowed his brows, his breathing fluctuated several times before he stabilized his angry emotions, forcing a smile, "Didn’t we agree to walk the road ahead together?"

Ying Zhiqing flung his grasp away: "No need, it’s unnecessary, I don’t want to ruin your years of ambition and aspiration for these romantic entanglements. Those followers, soldiers of yours, and now your glory and achievements are all your hard work..."

"Nothing is ruined, Zhiqing, I haven’t given up on my friends, I want you to be with me, be with me cough cough cough cough..."

Halfway through the lines, Zhou Huaiyi suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, uncontrollably coughing in bursts, abruptly cutting off the hard-earned melancholic atmosphere.

Zhou Huaiyi raised his hand to pat his chest, turned back to the bedside to fetch his glass of water, and gulped down a big mouthful, "Saliva, choked... on it..."

Xiang Qichen: "..."

The air conditioning in the room was too strong, Xiang Qichen felt slightly chilled and wanted to pull down the sleeves rolled up to his arms, but his hand paused when he saw the few remaining blue tattoos on his upper arm.

This tattoo, on the first night when his soul was in Zhou Huaiyi’s body, he had seen it while taking a bath.

With some curiosity, Xiang Qichen tilted his head towards Zhou Huaiyi, feigning ignorance: "This... is a tattoo?"

Zhou Huaiyi glanced over, lightly patting the area where the tattoo was.

"Yeah." She swallowed the water in her mouth, her tone exceptionally proud.

Proud not because of having a tattoo, but because the name on it was his.

Xiang Qichen asked again, "Did you go alone?"

Zhou Huaiyi raised her chin, "Yeah, I went alone."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not really, maybe because before getting it done, I had mentally prepared myself for it to be super super painful, but when I actually got it, it didn’t feel much at all."

He pondered for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What made you think of getting a tattoo?"

Zhou Huaiyi’s gaze lingered on him. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The yellow light in the room cast on his face, clearly at this moment that face did not belong to her, yet Zhou Huaiyi could distinctly see his original clear and bright features, the interplay of light and shadow making his brows and eyes appear gentle and serene.

Because of you, Xiang Qichen.

She said this in her heart.

You probably don’t know, how many countless nights I have fantasized about sitting side by side with you like this moment, facing each other... yet never thought such a day would really come.

Xiang Qichen, seeing that she didn’t immediately respond, raised an eyebrow leisurely, "Hmm?"

Zhou Huaiyi smiled gently, her deep voice suddenly softening as she countered, "Qi Chen, hmm... is there anyone you can’t forget no matter what?"

Xiang Qichen’s gaze shifted, carrying a bit of bewilderment, and fell back onto her face.

She raised her eyebrows and grinned wider, "I have."

Xiang Qichen was taken aback, suddenly recalling her once lively and warm smile in his mind.

Her face was delicate, her eyes clear.

His heart suddenly felt as if a cat’s paw was softly scratching it, tickling, tingling, an unbearable feeling.

He averted his gaze from hers for a moment and glanced at the time absent-mindedly, "...it’s late, I’m heading back."

Zhou Huaiyi waved goodbye, "Alright, goodnight."

The sound of the door closing fell, Zhou Huaiyi suddenly let out a breath, patting her chest as a weight was lifted off her shoulders, and she fell back onto the big bed, lost in thought.

Seems like... I’ve said a bit too much.