Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

>The hand froze for a moment, and then a dry, hoarse voice came from the empty bathroom, “Hmm.”

Cheng Chu went downstairs to make ginger tea, and when she carefully entered the room, she found the boy standing by the window.
The clothes on him seemed a bit loose, but the clean white shirt still showed off the young man's upright figure. 

He held his wet clothes in his hands and looked up nervously at the sound of footsteps. 

“Where should I wash my clothes?” he asked hesitantly.

He was afraid of dirtying the girl's sink, so he didn't dare to wash them there.

“Give them to me, I'll take care of it for you,” Cheng Chu offered, handing him a cup of ginger tea.

But the young man clutched his clothes tightly, his voice trembling with anxiety.
“No, no, how can I let you wash them?”

Even touching them was not allowed.

“What are you thinking? Of course, we'll put them in the washing machine,” Cheng Chu laughed.

The young man's pale hand showed blue veins on the back.
“I'll go put them in.”

“You don't know how to use it.
Hey, give them to me,” Cheng Chu insisted and took the wet clothes from him without hesitation. 

As she accidentally touched the boy's cold hand, she shivered slightly and said, “Look at how cold your hands are, you should drink this.” 

The strong ginger aroma filled the air, dispersing the damp chill of the rainy night.
Holding the ginger tea in her hands, warmth spread from the white porcelain cup all the way to her heart. 

He took a sip and the sweetness melted in his mouth. 

“I'll put your clothes in the washing machine first, don't worry, they'll dry quickly after I dry them.” The girl smiled. 

The curtains were a light shade of blue, like a clear summer sky. 

As the girl walked out onto the balcony, her graceful silhouette was reflected on the curtains. 

But suddenly, that figure froze. 

“What's wrong?” Gu Miao's heart tightened. 

The light blue curtains were pushed aside, revealing a brightly lit room. 

The girl stood on the balcony, her eyes filled with a layer of shallow tears.
She held the damp piece of paper between her fingers, raindrops falling to the ground and creating a small puddle. 

Gu Miao's breath caught in her throat as she lowered her gaze, unable to bear the sight of his tear-filled eyes.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, casting a slanted shadow on the balcony and brushing against the girl's long, dark hair. 

“Where are you going?” Her voice trembled with emotion, the last syllable trailing off in a quiver.

The young man's hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he remained silent. 

The room fell into a heavy silence, the ink on the paper already smudged by the rain, but Cheng Chu knew that it was a train ticket.

She balled her hand into a fist, crumpling the paper into a tiny ball.
In that moment, she remembered the way he had looked at her with a mix of longing and sorrow at the door, just like he was doing now.

It was as if they were reliving that rainy night of separation from a past life, with him gazing at her with the same eyes.
Her vision blurred for a moment before clearing up in the next second. 

“Don't cry,” the boy walked over and stopped just as his hands were about to touch her cheeks.
His fingertips trembled, but he didn't dare to move any closer. 

The next second, the girl suddenly threw herself into his arms.
Her body was cold and damp from the rain, but it made the boy's heart feel hot in an instant. 

He knew he should push her away, but the wetness on his neck felt like a flame, and the emotions raging inside him burned away the last of his rationality. 

He held the girl tightly, and his empty heart was filled in an instant. 

“Don't cry,” he sighed helplessly. 

There was no moon on this rainy night, and the girl looked up with teary eyes that seemed like lonely stars.
But those stars fell into the boy's heart, rolling on the knives and causing him a sharp pain. 

“Don't cry,” he stumbled over his words, unable to say anything else, only able to awkwardly repeat himself.

The girl's tears fell like scattered beads, “I won't let you go.”

He closed his eyes in agony, feeling like his bottom line was about to be crossed.

The room was quiet, except for the girl's soft sobs, “You're not going to school, not answering calls, and now you want to leave.”

She pushed away from him in anger, wiping her tears, her voice full of grievance, “I went to find you and someone pushed me in the alley, injuring my hands and feet.”

That moment of warmth left, taking with it Gu Miao's trembling heartbeat.

“Where are you hurt? Let me see.” His rational thoughts disappeared, and he carefully grabbed the girl's wrist, his voice trembling with urgency. 

Cheng Chu pursed her lips and opened her palm, which was covered in fine scratches.

She looked at the young man with such heartache in her eyes that tears threatened to fall, but stubbornly asked, “Why do you have to leave?”

The night was quiet, and even the sound of rain falling could be heard clearly.

The young man closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and difficult, “I shouldn't  disturb the two of you.”

He understood that if he stayed by her side and watched her be intimate with others day after day, he would probably go crazy.

It was his own greed that made him hope for something that didn't belong to him.

“Who are you talking about?” Cheng Chu asked.

The young man's voice drifted in the night, cool with the touch of rain.

“You and Lin Qifeng.”

His lips turned white, and he gritted his teeth, calling her by her nickname for the first time, “Chuchu, I–” 

The remaining words were blocked as the girl leaned in on her tiptoes and kissed the boy's slightly cool lips.

Outside, the rain was drizzling.

His world shattered and froze in an instant.

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Gu Miao: Is this real? Is it real? Really?