So Bao'er already knew.

The car drove for several more hours.

It didn't come to a complete stop until it entered the service area.

Driving at night is inherently dangerous.

That night, Zhao Yuheng didn't plan to stay in a hotel.

After carefully checking everything, he bent down and crawled into the small compartment inside the car.

In her dazed state, Jin Bao'er sensed someone squeezing in.

The space was already cramped, and with such a tall and strong man squeezed in, the two could only stand sideways, pressed tightly together.

Jin Bao'er still remembered the anger from the first half of the night and instinctively wanted to avoid him, not wanting him to get close.

But suddenly, a man's hoarse and pitiful voice came from beside him, as light as a breeze.

"Don't move."

"Let me hug you."

The voice lingered in his ears, sending a chill down his spine.

In the end, I softened and didn't do anything.

We'll be in Kunming in half a day.

If Zhao Yuheng still refuses to give in by then...

They probably really can never be together again.

Five years.

No one can guarantee that he only had himself in his heart during these five years.

Even if there are still feelings, there could be a million reasons not to turn back and not to be together.

Jin Bao'er was captivated by the position she was in.

It's safe and warm.

He could have slept soundly until noon the next day.

But he dared not sleep.

This might be the last time I lie in Zhao Yuheng's arms.

He should cherish it.

Remember this last night.

Zhao Yuheng.

Tomorrow, I'll give it one last try.

If you still disagree.

We shall part ways here.

I'm not waiting for you anymore.

I'm not waiting any longer.

……

The first ray of sunlight shone through the car window and landed on the dashboard.

The man beside her was still asleep, his breathing slow and deep.

Fearing that it would delay their journey, Jin Bao'er gently raised her hand and patted his thick, muscular waist.

"Um……"

The man gave a low hum, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Don't oversleep."

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Zhao Yuheng sat up, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

I splashed water from the cold water tank hard on my face.

"Jinbao'er, do you want to wash your face?"

He shouted at the top of his lungs as he got out of the car.

Jin Bao'er remained silent and followed her down.

Zhao Yuheng held a washcloth in his hand, rubbed it vigorously twice, and then shook it open.

He looked at Jin Bao'er, his tone carrying a hint of cautious probing.

"If you don't like it, just rinse it with water a couple of times."

He didn't hand over the handkerchief; he just asked that question.

Jin Bao'er didn't say anything, but reached out and took the handkerchief, wiping her face.

The fabric was stiff and rough.

If you look closely, you can feel the softness hidden within the fabric itself.

He looks exactly like Zhao Yuheng in front of me.

Finally, the two of them hastily ate a few bites of the cold bread that Zhao Yuheng had prepared, then got back into the car and set off again.

Speechless all the way.

The carriage was eerily quiet; even breathing became a cautious affair.

Jin Bao'er didn't dare to look him in the eye, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

His strong arms rested firmly on the steering wheel, controlling the direction with the composure of a mountain.

Just like him, he is unassuming and inscrutable.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to notice his gaze and spoke calmly.

"Don't just stare at me like that, you're always on your phone."

"The battery is almost dead."

"Would you like to charge it with my charger?"

"Need not."

"Let's top it up, just in case..."

"Shut up."

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

Jin Bao'er was in a terrible state of mind.

He hadn't figured out how to launch his final attack.

I just want to sit quietly and suppress my emotions.

Four hours later.

Zhao Yuheng parked his car at a gas station.

"There's a bus stop ahead that goes into the city; you can take that to get in."

He didn't get out of the car; he just sat in the driver's seat, his tone calm to the point of being indifferent.

Jin Bao'er didn't unbuckle her seatbelt, her gaze fixed straight ahead, and asked softly.

"How long will you stay in Kunming?"

Zhao Yuheng glanced at him sideways and remained silent for a moment.

They should be leaving tonight.

"Don't come looking for me."

Only at night would he reveal that vulnerable side that he couldn't hide.

During the day, every word spoken is shrouded in a cold, distant aura.

Jin Bao'er took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly.

"Zhao Yuheng, please let me finish what I have to say. Don't interrupt me."

"Jinbao'er..."

"Don't interrupt me."

Zhao Yuheng finally shut his mouth, his fingertips tightening slightly.

"I used to feel like I wasn't good enough for you."

"He was of average appearance, came from a poor family, and had a timid and hesitant personality."

"It seems like I've never been genuinely liked by many people in my life."

"Until I met you."

"It was you who gave me the courage to stand up and become the student mental health representative."

"It was you who gave me the courage to face all difficulties."

"It is you who made me who I am today."

"But halfway there, you just decided to leave."

"Life pushes me away and abandons me whenever it encounters difficulties."

"Isn't that selfish?"

"Didn't you ever ask me if I wanted to?"

Jin Bao'er suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhao Yuheng.

Her eyes had become red and burning without her noticing.

Zhao Yuheng clenched his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His face remained expressionless, as calm as a deep pool of water.

Jin Bao'er felt a pang of sadness and anger as she looked at his indifferent expression, and her voice trembled.

"Zhao Yuheng, don't follow Lü Qinyang's example."

He died without ever seeing the person he loved.

That's right.

That movie was the first romance film that Jin Bao'er and Zhao Yuheng watched together.

In the crowded movie theater, in the darkness, he had secretly held his hand.

Because of his poverty and low self-esteem, the male protagonist never dared to agree to be with the female protagonist.

He died far from home, a life filled with regret.

Zhao Yuheng remained silent.

Jin Bao'er looked at him and gradually calmed down.

He knew that once Zhao Yuheng made a decision, it was never easy to change it.

These past two days, all he's been holding onto is this tiny, pitiful hope.

It was Zhao Yuheng's unintentional display of kindness that led him to mistakenly believe there was still room for maneuver.

It turns out that those good things weren't necessarily expressions of love.

Perhaps it's just that he's kind by nature.

After all, they were once brothers and lovers.

Jin Bao'er suddenly didn't know what else to say.

He silently unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the car door.

Before getting out of the car, he suddenly turned around and looked at the person in the driver's seat.

"Zhao Yuheng".

"You couldn't even be bothered to take a proper fake photo just to trick me into breaking up with you."

"Even now, they won't tell me a single truth."

"Your heart is so hard."

As soon as she finished speaking, tears finally broke free and streamed down her face.

Upon hearing this, a crack finally appeared on Zhao Yuheng's usually calm and composed face.

He looked up at Jin Bao'er, his voice trembling for the first time.

"When did you find out?"

Five years ago.

Jin Bao'er smiled, but her smile looked more like a grimace.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"Your life is yours to decide; I can't interfere anymore."

"Have a safe journey."

He reached into the small drawer in front of Zhao Yuheng and pulled out a lucky charm.

In the middle of the talisman, there was a glaring crack. It had been glued back together, but it could never be the same as it was before.

Jin Bao'er gently tossed the amulet onto the workbench.

It was so bright and painful that it stung my eyes.

dog man.

Go ahead and pretend.

Keep installing.

"goodbye."

After saying that, he pushed open the car door and jumped out.

When Zhao Yuheng realized what was happening, he pushed open the door and chased after him.

The roadside was deserted; Jin Bao'er was nowhere to be seen.

He stood frozen in place, his mind a complete mess.

Five years ago, Jin Bao'er knew that the photo was fake.

Why not expose it?

Why did he try to win me back after I suggested breaking up, but in the end he still agreed to it?

Sometimes, he even thought that Jin Bao'er didn't love him that much, and that time would make him forget everything.

original.

He always knew.

It's all fake.

pain.

A dense, throbbing pain exploded from my heart, instantly engulfing my entire body.

Zhao Yuheng clutched his chest, leaning weakly against the car, his forehead pressed against the cold car door.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.

a long time.

He only snapped back to reality when he heard the honking of cars behind him.

He rubbed his eyes hard with his arm, his voice hoarse.

"immediately."

Zhao Yuheng gritted his teeth and strode back to the car.

He started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the place that had completely broken him.