🎭手違いから始まる恋の序曲 - Ch16 - 那杯红酒留下的约定

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Promise Left by That Glass of Wine The final melody on the stage slowly faded away. The singer’s voice gradually disappeared, and the lights slowly dimmed along with the ending of the story. The traveler’s tale had reached its final conclusion. Meanwhile, inside the private box. Luka and Gakupo were still sitting together. Some of the red wine on the table had already been consumed. Only the last traces of deep crimson liquid remained in their two glasses. They were no longer as reserved as they had been at the beginning. Nor were they deliberately searching for topics to talk about. They simply leaned quietly against the edge of the box, watching the curtain call on the stage. Luka’s shoulder rested lightly against the soft chair. Gakupo sat beside her. The distance between them was very close. Close enough to feel the rhythm of each other’s breathing. Yet there was still a small distance left unspoken. Just like their relationship now. Familiar. Closer than before. Yet they still had not crossed that line. The performers on stage bowed to the audience. Applause echoed throughout the theater. Luka quietly watched that scene. “It’s over.” She spoke softly. Gakupo nodded. “Yeah.” “It was wonderful.” Luka smiled. “You made it in time for the final scene.” She turned her head toward him. “You didn’t miss it.” Gakupo looked at her. His eyes were gentle. “Yeah.” “I didn’t miss it.” The two of them remained silent for a while. As if they were savoring not only the story on the stage, but also this unexpected moment when their paths crossed again tonight. Luka picked up her wine glass. She gently swirled it. “Actually…” Gakupo looked at her. “Hmm?” Luka looked at the red wine inside the glass. “I originally thought that maybe I would have to finish this bottle alone.” Gakupo’s gaze shifted slightly. But he did not rush to answer. He simply listened quietly. Luka smiled. “But in the end, there really was someone who drank it with me.” Gakupo lowered his gaze to his own glass. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t expect it either.” Luka looked surprised. “You didn’t expect it either?” Gakupo nodded. “Yeah.” “I originally only wanted to make it here.” He looked toward the stage. “But now I feel…” “That being able to sit here and watch the entire performance was wonderful.” Luka looked at him. A warm feeling quietly appeared in her heart. She did not say it aloud. She only nodded softly. “Me too.” The final applause gradually faded away. Some lights inside the theater began to turn on. Yet the two of them did not immediately stand up. As if they both wanted this night to continue just a little longer. Gakupo looked toward the stage. Then suddenly spoke. “Luka.” “Hmm?” “Next time…” He paused. As if thinking about how to phrase it. Luka turned toward him. “Next time?” Gakupo smiled slightly. “If there is another chance.” “We could watch another opera together.” Luka was slightly stunned. She had not expected him to be the one to suggest it. But the next moment, her expression softened. “Next time…?” Gakupo nodded. “Yeah.” “Next time.” Luka looked at him. A smile slowly appeared on her lips. “Then you’d better not be late again.” Gakupo was slightly surprised. Then he laughed. “I’ll try my best.” Luka looked at him as if pretending to be dissatisfied. “Not ‘try your best.’” “It has to be certain.” Gakupo looked at her serious expression. He could not help but laugh softly. “Okay.” “Definitely.” Only then did Luka nod in satisfaction. She picked up her wine glass. Gakupo also raised his own. This time, they were not toasting to tonight. They were toasting to next time. The two glasses gently touched. “Clink—” The clear sound echoed inside the quiet private box. “To next time.” Luka said. Gakupo looked at her. “To next time.” No confession. No promise of forever. Only a simple agreement between two people— Next time. They would sit here together again. Watch another opera together. Share another glass of wine together. The lights on the stage gradually faded away. And inside the private box, the two of them remained close together, watching the final glow left on the stage. This night, they did not speak the answers hidden deep inside their hearts. But they both knew. The next time they met, it would no longer be merely a coincidence. --- Simplified Chinese 舞台上的最后一段旋律缓缓落下。 歌者的声音逐渐远去，灯光也随着剧情的结尾慢慢暗淡。 旅人的故事，迎来了最后的结局。 而在私人包厢里。 Luka 与 Gakupo 仍然坐在一起。 桌上的红酒已经喝去了一些。 两个酒杯里，还留着最后一点深红色的液体。 他们不再像最开始那样拘谨。 也没有刻意寻找话题。 只是安静地靠在包厢的栏边，看着舞台上的谢幕。 Luka 的肩膀轻轻靠着柔软的椅背。 Gakupo 坐在她身旁。 两人的距离很近。 近到能够感受到彼此呼吸的节奏。 却又保留着一点没有说破的距离。 就像他们现在的关系。 熟悉。 靠近。 却还没有跨过那条线。 舞台上的演员向观众鞠躬。 掌声从剧场各处响起。 Luka 静静地看着那一幕。 “结束了呢。” 她轻声说道。 Gakupo 点头。 “嗯。” “很精彩。” Luka 微笑。 “你赶上了最后一幕。” 她转过头看向他。 “没有错过。” Gakupo 看着她。 眼神温柔。 “嗯。” “没有错过。” 两人安静了一会儿。 仿佛正在品味的不只是舞台上的故事， 也是今晚这段意外重新交会的时光。 Luka 拿起酒杯。 轻轻晃了晃。 “其实……” Gakupo 看向她。 “嗯？” Luka 看着杯中的红酒。 “我原本以为，这瓶酒可能只能一个人喝完。” Gakupo 的目光微微一动。 但他没有急着说话。 只是静静听着。 Luka 笑了一下。 “结果最后，真的有人陪我喝。” Gakupo 低头看着自己的酒杯。 嘴角露出淡淡的笑意。 “我也没想到。” Luka 有些意外。 “你也没想到？” Gakupo 点头。 “嗯。” “原本只是想赶来。” 他看向舞台。 “但是现在觉得……” “能坐在这里，看完整场，很好。” Luka 看着他。 心里浮现出一种温暖的感觉。 她没有说出口。 只是轻轻点头。 “我也是。” 最后的掌声逐渐停止。 剧场里开始亮起一些灯光。 但两人仍没有立刻起身。 仿佛都想让这个夜晚再延续一点。 Gakupo 看向舞台。 忽然开口。 “Luka。” “嗯？” “下次……” 他停顿了一下。 像是在思考该怎么说。 Luka 转头看他。 “下次？” Gakupo 微微笑了。 “如果还有机会。” “我们可以一起再看一场歌剧。” Luka 愣了一下。 她没有想到他会主动提出这件事。 但下一秒。 她的眼神柔和了下来。 “下一次……吗？” Gakupo 点头。 “嗯。” “下一次。” Luka 看着他。 嘴角慢慢浮现笑容。 “那你可不要再迟到了。” Gakupo 微微一愣。 随后笑了。 “我会努力。” Luka 假装不满地看着他。 “不是努力。” “是一定。” Gakupo 看着她认真的表情。 忍不住笑了一声。 “好。” “一定。” Luka 这才满意地点头。 她拿起酒杯。 Gakupo 也拿起自己的杯子。 这一次。 他们没有为今晚干杯。 而是为了下一次。 两个酒杯轻轻碰了一下。 “叮——” 清脆的声音在安静的包厢里响起。 “敬下一次。” Luka 说道。 Gakupo 看着她。 “敬下一次。” 没有告白。 没有承诺永远。 只是两个人约定—— 下一次。 还要一起坐在这里。 一起看一场歌剧。 一起分享一杯红酒。 舞台上的灯光逐渐熄灭。 而私人包厢里。 两人仍靠在一起，看着最后留下的舞台余光。 这一晚。 他们没有说出藏在心里的答案。 但他们都知道。 下一次见面， 已经不再只是偶然。