He Ming felt his throat extremely dry and unable to speak at all.

Qi Han continued to speak on his own, "I don't know if it's me like him, or is he like me?"

He Ming didn't know how much Qi Han knew, but he could no longer listen. Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Enough!"

He didn't care if there might be a car accident, so he pulled Qi Han over and pressed him into his arms. He said coldly but domineeringly, "The only person I like is you. Don't daydream."

Qi Han's posture at this moment was very awkward, probably uncomfortable, but he still obediently leaned against He Ming's shoulder, watching the street lights passing by the car window one by one. He gently said, "Hmm, I believe whatever you say."

Afterwards, he did not mention anything about Qin Yuntian.

Thanks to He Ming's excellent driving skills, half an hour later, the two finally managed to return home unscathed.

As soon as the lights in the living room shone, He Ming realized that Qi Han's face was still not very red. He had indeed put in a lot of effort to take care of himself these days, but was this fatigue at the moment physical or mental?

Although Qi Han had already said he didn't care and appeared calm on the surface, he just felt restless and restless. Is it because Qi Han is too free spirited? Even though a person is by their side, they are afraid that if they don't pay attention, they will disappear.

Qi Han was not affected by anything and helped him hang up his suit in an orderly manner. He asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then I'll heat up the food."

After speaking, he turned around and entered the kitchen.

He Ming first sat on the sofa in the living room, then stood up and walked back and forth for a few laps. Then, he suddenly remembered something and took out a string of keys from his pocket.

There were several keys of different sizes hanging on the keyring, making a clanging sound. He Ming counted them one by one and finally grasped the oldest and most inconspicuous one.

Qin Yuntian guessed right, he always carried this thing with him.

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The cold metal pressed against his palm, tingling slightly - this was a memory he could never part with.

He Ming closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his dark eyes became even darker. Suddenly, he forcefully took off the key, turned around, and threw it into the trash can.

"Dang!"

When the sound of the key falling sounded, his heart also jumped, but he didn't turn back and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Qi Han was busy with hot dishes when he saw him come in and smiled, saying, "It's almost done. You can wait in the living room for now."

"Have you tried it yourself?"

Qi Han did not respond.

He Ming immediately knew the answer and sighed, "If you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, you don't have to wait for me."

"Okay."

Qi Han acted quickly and soon prepared the food. The two of them sat down to eat together, seemingly as usual, but the atmosphere was unusually dull.

He Ming usually loves peace the most, but at this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly spoke up, "I used to... have a childhood sweetheart."

Qi Han's action of picking up the vegetables was delayed, and he said, "Talking about this topic while eating may affect your appetite."

He Ming ignored him and continued, "Our elders are friends, so we have often been together since we were young, and the schools we attended when we grew up are also the same. Our personalities are very similar, it's just too similar. I'm afraid no one in this world knows each other better than us. For a while, I even thought we would be together for the rest of our lives."

He seemed to remember that moment, paused for a moment, and continued, "But the longer we got along, the greater the conflict between us. In the end, no one was willing to compromise and we were completely stuck in a stalemate. At this very moment, he got an opportunity to develop abroad."

Qi Han asked thoughtfully, "Has he gone yet?"

He Ming nodded and said, "This should be considered a test, right? As long as I say a word, he will definitely not go, but I didn't say anything, and even sent him on the plane. We were secretly fighting, let's see who lowered their heads first, and the result... we just parted ways like this."

Qi Han put down his chopsticks and leaned over to pat the back of his hand, then asked, "Will you regret it?"

"Perhaps," He Ming said as he remained expressionless, but then smiled. "I thought I missed him very much, and even the bed companions I found looked a bit like him. But when I saw him again a few years later, I no longer had the same mood as before."

At this point, Qi Han could ask, "Is that person Mr. Qin?"? But he didn't say anything, just quietly looking at He Ming, his eyes filled with tender love that couldn't be concealed.

He Ming felt his whole heart beating violently. He knew he liked Qi Han for a long time, but he never loved him like he does now. He could just reach out and hold Qi Han in his arms, but because he was too attached to this moment, he dared not move around. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "No one can resist the power of time. No matter how much we love each other, once we separate, our feelings will gradually fade away. So, we should never separate, okay?"

He said this too childishly.

Who would have expected that even the cold and indifferent He Ming would sometimes show weakness?

Qi Han, however, did not make fun of him as usual. Instead, he leaned over and gently kissed his lips, saying softly, "I won't leave until you're tired."