We hugged each other on the night we both broke up.

A beautiful woman walked past me, a curvaceous and innocent-looking girl. Having drunk too much, my head started spinning, my legs felt light, like I was walking on clouds, and everything before my eyes became unreal. Emboldened by the alcohol, I stumbled and bumped into her, then took the opportunity to pull her into my arms. Surprisingly, she didn't resist at all. I then noticed she was shaking her head violently, probably because she had taken some kind of substance. While these things aren't easily addictive, they damage the brain, making you so confused you won't know anything, and then you might encounter someone with bad intentions, ending up

naked , not knowing who took advantage of you.

Luckily, she met me. I wouldn't stoop to that level.

In the end, I let her go. I have my bottom line. But she was so young, why did she take those things? Thrills come at a price. I'm afraid that by the time she realizes it, she'll be filled with regret. Oh, my head is spinning again. I staggered to a corner, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, I watched a large group of people going crazy. A cigarette brought me half-awake. My watch showed two in the morning; I wondered what time it was where Xiaoqing was. I remembered what Xiaoqing said to me at the airport before she left the country: "We never really know what the next step will be." Even in the end, she never told me if she had ever truly loved me.

A few days ago, I still had Xiaoqing's body, but now it felt like a dream. Around the corner on my way to the restroom, I saw that head-shaking beauty again. She seemed a little more sober, but there was an older man beside her, seemingly harassing her. Based on experience, she and he didn't know each other. If only I hadn't let her go; it would have been better than letting that old man have her now. I went back to my friends, wanting to get some drinks. Just as

everyone was having a good time, the door to the private room was suddenly flung open, and my friend Amei stumbled in, struggling to support a beautiful woman. Looking closer, it was her again—the head-shaking beauty. Amei explained, "Oh, my friend, she just broke up with her boyfriend, drank too much, and almost got 'melted'

(a euphemism for being drugged)." Then the pretty girl shaking her head slumped onto the sofa and closed her eyes, falling asleep. She must have been completely drunk. Her friends continued drinking and playing "Russian" (a drinking game). It wasn't until after four o'clock that everyone left. When they left, all the friends were in pairs. So, a difficult task naturally fell to me: take care of that pretty girl shaking her head. Amei solemnly left a note before she went: "Don't mess with her, she's a respectable woman." So, I had no choice but to be her protector. I carried the dazed pretty girl shaking her head to my place. I use the word "carried" because when you're so close to a woman, you can't have any improper thoughts, otherwise you're likely to do something wrong. You can only treat her like an object, a smooth, soft object.

When I woke up, I was lying face down on the sofa, my stomach pressed against it. I couldn't open my eyes at all, I couldn't remember many things, and my head was throbbing. I fell asleep again, wanting only to sleep like this, because I didn't know what to do when I woke up. And so, I completely forgot there was a woman in the room. It felt like I slept for a very long time, and then finally woke up. Opening my eyes, I saw darkness again. And there was a woman. She sat on the windowsill, her back to me, seemingly crying, silently wiping away tears.

I didn't disturb her, just quietly watching her back. I didn't know her name, nor why she was crying; and I didn't want to know. It wasn't that I wasn't curious or interested, but rather, I knew that right now, my feelings were the same as hers. I just watched her from behind, afraid to smoke, afraid of disturbing her sorrow.

I wondered if Xiao Qing was crying because of me; I wondered why the person I loved didn't love me; I wondered why love could bring such sorrow; I wondered how many people in the world were shedding tears at this moment; I wondered… I wondered if she was thinking the same things I was thinking.

After a long time, she finally wiped away her tears. When she turned her head, our eyes met for a long while. Then, we greeted each other politely, exchanged a few pleasantries, like old friends, natural and warm. Then, she left. I didn't stop her.

I don't know why. Maybe none of us had forgotten the past, maybe none of us were mentally prepared for a new beginning, maybe we were all afraid of getting hurt, maybe we were all tired.

A month later, I received an email from her, addressed to Amei. She said: "That day, you slept for a long time. When I woke up, you were still fast asleep. I just stood by the window and watched you for a long time." You were snoring, grinding your teeth, and talking in your sleep, like you were saying something like "kill," "kill," "kill." Did you dream about your love rival? Amei told me you broke up with your boyfriend that night. Actually, I did too. What's there to say to two people who've just broken up? But that day, I really felt warm. It felt like there was a sense of "companionship," a kind of spiritual companionship.

This is better than too many sympathetic glances and meaningless words. Many words of comfort go in one ear and out the other, never reaching the heart. That day, I had a very strange feeling, as if something suddenly touched my heart, and I felt very comforted. And these things that can touch your heart are rare and precious. I'm much better now. That's all. I'm going to another city soon, not to escape this sad city, but for work. Don't be afraid to tell you, I was quite a talented girl back in school. Oh, don't laugh at me. Thank you for letting me sleep on your mattress that day; I slept very comfortably.

My one-night stand ended just like that. But I'm very satisfied, because I'll cherish this one-night stand forever. For many, a one-night stand is just physical contact, but for me, it was a connection of souls. For many, a one-night stand is just a brief release, but for me, it was a lasting comfort. For many, a one-night stand refers to a night of passion, but for me, it was a night of emotion. Sometimes, I wonder when she'll return to this city. [This post

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