我盯着顾云霆的背，egra视线鬼使神差地飘向茶几。那杯凉透的咖啡还放在那里，残留着淡淡的苦涩味，像极了这三年来我在这个家里的感受。手机在包里震动了一下，我拿出来看，是闺蜜林小柔发来的消息："今晚怎么还没回来？又被他冻着了？"

手指点开对话框，正想回她，手却顿住了。顾云霆突然转过头，目光落在了我手里的手机上。他的眼神很淡，像是在看一件无关紧要的东西，但那淡淡的眼神里，却带着一种让人无法忽视的压迫感。

"谁?"他问，声音低沉，带着酒气。

我没说话，把手机放下，慢慢站起身。"我去趟洗手间。"我尽量让自己的声音听起来平静。

顾云霆没说话，只是微微点了点头。我穿过客厅，顾云霆 sitting on the sofa still facing the TV, but his drink is empty now, a glass of red wine. I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it, breathing heavily.

"Is he always like this?" I asked myself, "Cold, distant, as if I were invisible."

I washed my face, splashing water on my face to cool down. Suddenly, the bathroom door was knocked lightly. "Xiao Bai?"

I opened the door and saw Gu Yun Ting leaning against the doorframe, his face flushed, eyes half-closed. He looked like a big child who had drunk too much.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment, then opened the door wider. "Come in."