Lonelytree

  Millman97

  Ignoring Cheng Qingchong’s cries of protest, he unloaded the stuff from the luggage one by one. He had been to her house about one week ago. Even though he had a hazy memory of the place, he could fuzzily remember where the things belong. Therefore, using his memory, he placed her stuff to back where they were supposed to be.

  When Qin Yinan grabbed Cheng Qingchong’s clothes and hung them back up in the closet in her bedroom, the kind Cheng Qingchong finally lost her temper. “Qin Yinan! Have you lost your mind? What are you doing?”


  Her anger made him stop moving. He stood facing away from her for a while before turning slowly around to meet her eyes. The man was unfazed in the face of her anger.

  “Qingchong, it’s simple. If you like it, you can continue to stay here; if you don’t, you can slowly look for a new city to move to.”


  The anger in Cheng Qingchong’s eyes was instantly replaced by a dim disappointment. She lowered her head and forced a smile at Qin Yinan. “I’ve already told the landlord I’ll be moving out……”


  Qin Yinan cut her off. “Qingchong, what I meant was, you’re free.”


  Cheng Qingchong frowned, and a bad feeling climbed up her heart.

  It was then that her phone suddenly rang. She searched for her phone and looked at the screen. It was a message from Jin Ze.

  The content stunned her.

  Qin Yinan made use of this opportunity to speedily and neatly return her clothes back to the closet. After he finished unloading the luggage, he kicked it aside, and as he turned to grab another, he noticed that Cheng Qingchong’s face was covered in tears.

  He frowned, and his expression was suffused with worry. He put down the luggage, and as he walked toward her, she suddenly opened her mouth to say, “Why?”


  The simple question froze Qin Yinan where he was standing.

  The room was quiet, and they stood looking at each other quietly. Her tears kept falling, and when he saw the phone in her hand, it slowly dawned on him.

  Before the thought settled in his mind, Cheng Qingchong demanded once more through her tears, “Why are you so stupid?”


  Such a simple question, but it caused Qin Yinan’s eyes to redden instantly. He stared at her and posed the question back to her. “But am I as stupid as you?”


  His reply made Cheng Qingchong cry even harder.

  Was he stupid? At least he didn’t think so. Even though he had lost everything and in other people’s eyes, he was left with nothin, at least he had her, and for him, that was more important than all the riches in the world.

  Was she stupid? At least she didn’t think so. Even though the days that she had chosen for herself were long and torturous, she had no regret as long as he was living well.

  Were they stupid?

  Yes, they probably were both stupid, so very stupid.

  And yet, love makes one do stupid things, does it not?