"I know... but sometimes I just can't control myself... A-Jue, baby, hug me, okay?"
Unable to tell Shang Shujue how he survived the time after his car accident in his previous life, Song Yanqing could only offer this solace and peace of mind.
"Okay, hug me, hug me. Don't be sad. I'm always by your side, I won't go anywhere. I'm with you willingly, it's from the bottom of my heart..."
Shang Shujue didn't know why his emotions were suddenly so volatile, but he was probably aware that Song Yanqing's mind was somewhat affected by the days he was imprisoned underground for training, and he felt very regretful and heartbroken.
I really should break my principles and exorcise that old bastard's soul! That wretched old man! Look what he's done to my Song Yanqing! Damn it!
Song Zhi Deng: Hehe... Me again? ∑(´△`)?! So I'm the one who does everything for your Song Yanqing?!
Shang Shujue probably felt that such verbal comfort was not very effective, so she simply pounced on him on the sofa to express her love through actions, making him feel safe and secure.
"Baby... don't do this... you'll get hurt... let's switch... please don't move, okay?"
Song Yanqing probably knew what Shang Shujue was planning to do. Startled, he immediately hugged him, patiently stopping him from hurting himself in his recklessness.
"I've redeemed a lot of things, so I won't get hurt. Don't forget, I have an endless supply of points now. Don't move, let me handle this today. As for your egg noodles, you can have them for breakfast tomorrow."
"..."
Song Yanqing was speechless. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but Shang Shujue had forcefully covered his mouth, preventing him from even refusing. He felt a mix of sadness and tenderness in his heart; his A-Jue was still so kind and soft-hearted.
At the same time, he also deeply realized that Shang Shujue loved him, loved him very, very much, and it wasn't just empty talk, but a genuine love from the depths of his soul.
So, that night, by the light of the moon shining through the French windows, they staged one thrilling and dynamic scene after another in this villa...
As dawn broke, both of them fell asleep. Shang Shujue lay on his pillow, hugging it tightly, while Song Yanqing lay behind him, hugging his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, their heads close together—a very intimate and sweet way to hug.
It's highly likely that half of Song Yanqing's weight was on Shang Shujue's shoulders. In his dazed state, he had a very long dream in which he returned to the space where he could see the scenes from his memories.
This time, however, he didn't arrive at his own memory space, but at Song Yanqing's memory space. Memory bubbles floated in the space, with images floating within them. Some insignificant fragments drifted quickly and dispersed in no time.
Some relatively important scenes drifted away very slowly, or even drifted away for a while before being pulled back by a mysterious force. These were most likely beautiful or painful memories that Song Yanqing couldn't bear to forget, or that he couldn't let go of.
Shang Shujue walked among the bubbles for a while before stopping in front of a bubble dyed red and blue, as if drawn by a force.
He stared at the bubble, and suddenly tears streamed down his face. He paused, then raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eye. "Why does this bubble look so sad?"
Shang Shujue's heart trembled, and his fingers involuntarily touched the bubble. The next second, the bubble emitted light, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and used his arm to shield himself from the dazzling light.
After the light disappeared, he appeared in the home of Song Yanqing, who was a movie star in his previous life. He was suspended in mid-air, unable to touch anyone or anything.
"This is... Song Yanqing's house in his previous life? How did it get so messy? I remember him as a very clean person..."
Shang Shujue was stunned to see the living room a mess, littered with cigarette butts, bottles of various liquors, and a swarm of flies from a half-eaten takeout meal. Clothes, pants, shoes, and socks were strewn everywhere. The mess was beyond description.
Shang Shujue couldn't figure out why, and was about to look for Song Yanqing when he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned his head and saw that the sound was coming from the bedroom.
The bedroom door opened, and Song Yanqing, a scruffy, emaciated man with disheveled hair, who seemed to reek of something rotten, stepped out. I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
"Is this Song Yanqing?! When did he get so disheveled? What happened? What time is it? Why isn't there even a clock or calendar here? What's going on?"
Seeing Song Yanqing so completely different, as if he had lost all his vitality, Shang Shujue became extremely anxious. He leaned over to grab Song Yanqing and ask him what was going on, but he couldn't touch anything.
Song Yanqing was unaware of Shang Shujue's existence. He merely glanced at the dark living room, and upon seeing something, his pupils suddenly widened, and he rushed over like a madman.
He overturned the spoiled takeout box on the table, picked up the magazine underneath, carefully wiped the stains off it with the hem of his shirt, hugged it to his chest, and obsessively stroked the photograph on the cover, as if trying to soothe it.
The person in the magazine photo was none other than Shang Shujue; it was a fashion magazine cover photo taken when he was nineteen.
Back then, I was arrogant and disdainful of everyone, which offended many people. Unable to act, I could only make a living by shooting for magazines...
At that time, Song Yanqing was already a well-known celebrity in the industry... Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is, why did he have this magazine?
Sales were terrible at the time, so only ten copies were produced. It's said that all ten were bought by a mysterious person, so... is he that mysterious person? So, from that point on... what was his reason for refusing him back then...?
Shang Shujue couldn't figure out why. Before he could take a closer look, the image suddenly blurred. He tried to stay, but was bounced away. He frantically started selecting red and blue bubbles, feeling like he had overlooked something...