Mr. Title Is Still on the Run

The lively atmosphere in the carriage gradually dissipated as Himeko went to clean the coffee machine.

Welt examined the model box in his hand for a moment, nodded to Bai Luoming, and then took it back to his room.

Dan Heng closed the book in his hand, gestured to Bai Luoming, and then got up to leave.

Xing, clutching the golden trash can model, muttered something like "Could it be double the happiness?" and skipped away.

The carriage Guiji, leaving only Bai Luoming, the ever-silent March 7th, and the flowing starlight outside the window.

Bai Luoming leaned back on the sofa, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the corner.

March 7th was still sitting there, holding that cup of coffee that was almost cold, without saying a word.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, she finally moved.

She gently placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, picked up the gift Bai Luoming had given her, stood up, and walked quickly towards her room with her head down.

With a "bang," March 7th slammed the door shut.

The sound of the door closing wasn't loud, but it felt like a hammer blow to Bai Luoming's heart.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, let out a long breath, and sat there, his thoughts drifting aimlessly.

Bai Luoming sat on the sofa for an unknown amount of time until Himeko finished cleaning the coffee machine, came over and patted him on the shoulder, which brought him back to his senses.

"Aren't you going to check on her? She's been acting very strangely lately, especially in March 7th." Himeko's voice was gentle.

Bai Luoming didn't say anything, but forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Himeko before standing up and walking towards his room.

He was stunned for a moment when he pushed open the door.

The room, which had been somewhat messy due to the hasty departure, was now spotless.

The coat that had been carelessly tossed on the chair, the few books scattered on the table, and some odds and ends were all neatly categorized and put away.

On a storage box in the corner, several pieces of clothing that had been changed were folded neatly into squares, with edges as tidy as tofu blocks in the army.

Bai Luoming walked over and picked up the top T-shirt.

The fabric still retained the fresh scent of laundry detergent.

The image of March 7th kept appearing in his mind uncontrollably.

She would always complain angrily about how messy he was and how his room was like a garbage dump, while at the same time she would tirelessly tidy up all his things for him.

"Honestly, Bai Luoming, can't you tidy up yourself?!"

Don't leave your socks lying around!

"If I see you leaving snack bags on the bed again, I'll... I'll eat them all!"

Those complaints and nagging now sound like the most distant echoes.

He took out the odds and ends he had brought back from the space station one by one and arranged them, but his eyes never left the neatly folded clothes.

My chest felt like it was blocked by something, a suffocating feeling.

Bai Luoming sat down on the edge of the bed. Only a small lamp was on in the room, casting a long shadow of him.

He recalled March 7th's lifeless eyes and her indifferent, almost numb reaction in the train carriage.

Bai Luoming scratched his hair in frustration, took a deep breath, and got out of bed.

He couldn't let this knot remain untied.

Some things need to be clarified now.

He pushed open the door and went straight to March 7th's room.

Standing in front of the door on March 7th, he raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then gently knocked on the door.

Thump, thump.

There was no response from inside.

He knocked twice more, but there was still only silence.

Bai Luoming's heart sank. He tentatively grasped the doorknob and gently turned it.

To his surprise, the door wasn't locked. The lock clicked open slowly.

He pushed open the door and entered, only to be met with a sense of oppressive gloom in the once cozy room.

The main lights in the room were off, with only a dim nightlight by the bedside emitting a faint glow.

On March 7th, she sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees and burying her head in her arms, like a wounded young animal retreating to its den to lick its wounds in solitude.

Hearing the door open, she stirred slightly and slowly raised her head.

With just one glance, she lowered her head again and curled up into a ball once more.

Seeing March 7th in this state, Bai Luoming felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a hand, making it hard to breathe.

He walked over quietly and sat down beside March 7th's bed, with a fist's distance between them.

The only sound in the room was their breathing.

In the end, Bai Luoming was the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry, March 7th." His voice was a little hoarse. "Actually... what's happening in the news isn't what you saw, but rather..."

He had prepared a whole host of explanations: about the Herta's domineering nature, about the truth behind public opinion, and about his helplessness in being forced to cooperate.

But March 7th didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

She gently bit her lip, stubbornly turning her head to look at the dim halo on the floor, her voice like a stagnant pool of water.

"It's okay."

You don't need to explain to me.

"Ms. Herta... is doing well."

Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor.

Looking at her suppressed grievances, Bai Luoming opened his mouth, only to find that the explanations he had prepared seemed so pale at this moment.

What could he say?

Any explanation, in the face of her self-denial, seems to amount to nothing more than a cover-up and sophistry.

He sighed helplessly, feeling as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his throat.

The room fell silent again.

After a long silence, Bai Luoming stood up, his tone carrying a hint of defeat that he himself was unaware of.

"I'll be going now. You must be tired these past few days, so get some rest."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

March 7th behind him kept his head down, making no attempt to stop him, not even twitching his shoulder.

Bai Luoming walked step by step to the door, and as he placed his hand on the metal doorknob to open it, he inexplicably turned back and glanced at March 7th.

That glance met the gaze of March 7th as he looked up.

She had raised her head without her noticing, and was staring intently at his back.

Those eyes, which had been empty before, were now completely red, tears welling up in them, ready to fall at any moment.

She looked up, her eyes already red-rimmed. The composure she had been deliberately maintaining finally crumbled at this moment.

The next second, March 7th suddenly jumped out of bed, barefoot, and rushed towards Bai Luoming with all her might, burying her face in his arms.

"Waaah--"

On March 7th, the suppressed sobs finally erupted.

Her hands gripped Bai Luoming's waist tightly, as if she wanted to meld her whole being into his body.

Scalding tears instantly burst forth, soaking the thin fabric of his shirt.

Bai Luoming's body stiffened for a moment.

I felt the small body in my arms trembling violently, like a helpless leaf in a storm.

His gaze softened completely, and he raised his hand to pull her tightly into his arms.

He didn't speak, but gently and firmly patted her thin, trembling back with his large palms, letting her vent all the grievances she had accumulated over the past few days in his arms.

I cried for a long time.

The sobbing in her arms gradually changed from loud wailing to intermittent choking, and finally to weak, nasal breathing.

Bai Luoming looked down and found that March 7th had actually fallen asleep against his chest.

Her long eyelashes still bore traces of wet tears, and her brows were furrowed with unease even in her sleep, as if she were having a nightmare.

Bai Luoming felt another sharp pain in his heart.

He bent down, carefully picked her up, placed her back on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of her steady breathing.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, he found that his clothes were being tightly gripped by her small hand.

Her grip on the clothes was incredibly strong, like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of driftwood, refusing to let go no matter what.

He tried to gently pry her open, and she immediately let out a soft, uneasy moan in her sleep, gripping him even tighter.

Bai Luoming had no choice but to give up.

He simply sat down on the edge of the bed in this awkward position.

Just then, a soft laugh suddenly rang out beside the bed.

Evernight's figure appeared out of thin air in the room. She first looked down at March 7th, who was still clinging to him tightly in his sleep, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes. Then, her gaze fell on Bai Luoming.

"Honey, it seems you've been having a great time on the space station these past few days."

Her tone was full of teasing.

"My poor March 7th, she hasn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days."

"I even have to clean a room for some jerk..."

Bai Luoming looked embarrassed, touched his nose, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

From their perspective, he went to the space station but didn't explain himself for a long time, which made him seem like an irresponsible jerk.

Evernight chuckled softly, leaned down, and whispered in his ear.

"You should save those words for when she wakes up and explain them to her yourself, darling."

After saying that, she vanished into thin air.

Bai Luoming looked at the empty bedside, then at March 7th who was clinging tightly to him, and sighed helplessly.