Chapter 1607: Chapter 1607: Spring Dreams Fading with the March Scenery
Perhaps rainy nights tend to make people feel drowsy.
In the quiet private room, only Little Eleven’s rambling voice could be heard.
Finishing a cigarette, Lilac Serval flicked the butt into the ashtray, rested her chin on her hand, and quietly continued listening to him speak.
Little Eleven didn’t know how long he’d been talking, and Lilac Serval didn’t know how long she’d been listening.
When the night grew still, she curled up like a ball, clutching the blanket with both hands, and fell asleep.
A spring dream quietly follows the scene of March, the morning chill fades the blooms away.
After Lilac Serval fell asleep, Little Eleven didn’t immediately carry her away, but lowered his head and stared at her flushed cheeks.
His head drew closer, lower and lower. He wanted… to kiss her.
It was the strongest, most tumultuous impulse deep inside him.
Under such lighting, in such a place, on such a rainy night, he wanted to kiss her.
Lilac Serval’s face was so beautiful, beautiful to the point of suffocation.
Just as his head dipped lower, Lilac Serval mumbled in her sleep, speaking in her dream, “Go away. Don’t ever come back again…”
Little Eleven froze for a moment, his long eyelashes fluttering with slight movement.
He heard what she said, but he couldn’t tell what she had been dreaming about.
Little Eleven had no intention of offending her. He withdrew the desire to kiss her, draped his coat over her, and carried her out of the bar.
Inside the taxi, Lilac Serval groggily opened her eyes for a brief look. Seeing Little Eleven beside her, she felt at ease and closed her eyes again.
She was usually a very vigilant person, but she showed no guard against Little Eleven.
She always seemed this way, completely unguarded when it came to the people she cared about.
And because of this, the pain of betrayal was unbearably devastating.
The car weaved its way through the rain.
This rain truly hadn’t stopped; it had been continuous, from morning till night.
Listening to the “whooshing” sounds of rain outside, Lilac Serval gradually sank into her dreams.
Little Eleven took her all the way to her apartment, turned on the heater, and even wiped her face clean for her.
“Go back to school; it’s getting late.” Lilac Serval groggily lifted her drunken eyes to look at him.
“Can you manage here alone?”
“I can, it’s okay. It’s not like my flight is tomorrow morning. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t feel good leaving you like this. I’ll take leave tomorrow to see you off.”
“No.” Lilac Serval’s tone was firm. “You’re not allowed to take leave or skip class, or else… when you get to Lonton, I won’t see you.”
“I—!” Little Eleven could only puff his cheeks in frustration, falling silent.
He wouldn’t risk Sister Lilac refusing to see him.
But still, he wanted to take her to the airport.
Then perhaps he could just go to the airport tomorrow in secret, watch her leave, and that would be enough.
Little Eleven made a quiet decision.
He helped Lilac Serval onto her bed, tidied up her clothes, and reluctantly confessed to her, “Sister Lilac, I’ll head back to school now. Call me if anything happens, and I’ll come to you right away.”
“Alright…”
“I’m going now. Sleep early.”
“Alright…”
Lilac Serval, still tipsy, rested her head in her hands, her eyes glazed with an expression of bewilderment.
A dull ache spread from her chest.
Little Eleven reluctantly prepared tea, placed snacks out, and fetched her clothes, before finally leaving the apartment.
It was indeed late, already midnight.
Everything around was pitch-black; only the endless cold rain stretched outwards with no end.
As soon as Little Eleven left, the expansive bedroom was left with only the sound of rain. Lilac Serval listened, and as she listened, sleep left her.
Clutching the blanket, her heart felt like a leaf lost in the ocean, rising and falling, unable to find its harbor.
She rummaged in the medicine box for a painkiller and swallowed it.
The alcohol in her system was overwhelming, leaving her entire body uncomfortable.