When Lu Mingsheng sent me home, Shen Yan did not linger.

The night was dark, he stood under the dim street lamp, quietly watching Lu Mingsheng put a coat on me, open the passenger door, and gently shield me from the car canopy.

I took one last look at Shen Yan and never turned back.

When we arrived at the villa, I asked Lu Mingsheng, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye back then?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

But he didn't answer me, "Aling, I'll go cook you a bowl of noodles."

"Don't leave!"

I hurriedly wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, my face buried in his body with infinite tenderness.

At this moment, I had been waiting for three years.

I held back my tears, "Lu Mingsheng, I won't ask why you left, I just beg you not to go, to stay by my side."

He slowly turned around, embraced me, and lovingly stroked my hair.

"If I had known he treated you like this, I would never have left in the first place."

The noodles Lu Mingsheng cooked were still hard to swallow.

The steaming noodles stung my eyes, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

Lu Mingsheng wiped my tears, "It's my fault, I'll stay with you, please don't cry, okay?"

I looked deeply into his eyes, "Promise me, you will never leave."

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

I put down my chopsticks, "Lu Mingsheng, what are you hiding from me?"

He looked at me, his eyes dark and unclear, then suddenly he hooked my neck, lowered his head, and kissed me deeply.

A tear fell from my cheek, flowing into the depths of my heart.