Deng Lijun was disheartened and shed tears.

Finally gritted his teeth and took the overnight train back to Tokyo.

What she should go back to at this moment is just her short-term home in Tokyo, which can give her a little sense of comfort.

What will be the consequences of staying in this sad place, this strange city?

She couldn't wait to escape Yokohama, dragged her tired body, and opened the door of the apartment.

Mother Deng has been back to Taipei for a few days, and she is the only one living in a large room.

She only turned on a small chandelier in the living room, which cast a lonely shadow on the floor.

When Deng Lijun returned home, she felt extremely irritable and restless, so she simply took a hot bath to calm herself down.

After she washed herself, she sat in the living room bored and turned on the TV.

She watched the program quietly and turned the volume down very low.

It was a midnight theater set. The hero and heroine were quarreling. The man slapped the woman and rushed out of the door.

As a result, on a dark and stormy night, the man encountered a traffic accident and died on the spot.

There was another woman in the car at the same time, and she narrowly escaped death.

In the lonely midnight, Deng Lijun leaned on the sofa and watched with great concentration.

This is her usual way of relaxing. When she gets tired, she turns off the TV, falls asleep peacefully, and starts a new day again.

When the plot was about to reach its climax, the TV suddenly started playing a commercial, which really whetted your appetite.

She got up and went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and a cup, and started pouring and drinking by herself.

Maybe the phone will ring tonight, maybe not.

The loneliest person in the world right now.

She watched TV silently, drank wine silently, and waited silently.

She was gradually getting drunker, and under the dim yellow light, her skin was white and rosy.

There was always a smile on her lips, hiding her inner hope and waiting again and again.

Suddenly her cheeks felt cold, and she reached out to wipe them away, only to realize that they were tears.

She ignored him, picked up the wine glass and drank a drink.

She drank one glass and then another. In the end, she didn't even know how much she had drank.

She was drunk because she was lonely.

She was lonely but no one came to comfort her.

I don’t know when, the TV series had finished playing and the ending song played.

The singing sounds so touching and touching, making people cry.

She doesn't know what the ending is, and she doesn't want to know the ending. It's best if there is no ending.

After the midnight theater show, there was another TV news report.

"Continue to pay attention to the progress of the major traffic accident that occurred today. The accident has caused the death of 13 people on the spot..."

"At the press conference this afternoon, the person in charge of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department..."

"A Chinese man was found in the accident..."

........

After the newscaster finished speaking, a news clip shot on the scene began to play.

The footage shows a chaotic scene, with flames rising into the sky, smoke filling the sky, and people fleeing the scene of the accident in panic.

Police cars, fire fighters, and ambulance personnel arrived quickly, and then the scene of the victims being pushed into the ambulance flashed by.

"Bang!" There was a cracking sound as the cup fell to the ground.

Deng Lijun stared at the scene in a daze, as if she had been punched in the face and could not utter a sound.

She felt that all the blood in her body was frozen, and it was even difficult to breathe.

The TV picture was still bouncing, but she could no longer hear any sound.

The scene of a bloody body was fixed in her mind, and she clearly remembered the outline.

It's him.

That's right, it's really him.

Even if it turns into ashes, she still recognizes it.

He was still wearing the white shirt. It was originally clean and white, but now it was stained with dark red blood.

His refreshing short hair remained unchanged, his eyes were closed calmly, and there was no pain.

Deng Lijun's eyes gradually turned dark, and she sat down sadly, feeling cold all over.

She suddenly stretched out her arm and took a hard bite.

She clearly felt the pain, it was not a dream.

He promised to go to her concert, but it's not that he didn't come, it's that he couldn't come.

It was she who killed him, she was the murderer.

When Deng Lijun thought of this, her whole body collapsed instantly, tears were about to burst out of her eyes, and she curled up on the sofa and cried bitterly.

Her cheeks were trembling, and she covered her face with her hands, tears welling up in streams and flowing down from her fingers.

The tears slowly flowed into her mouth, they were salty and filled with deep sadness.

The kind of pain that cuts through the heart like a knife, even breathing hurts.

If she could turn back time, she would pay any price.

She doesn't want his promise, she doesn't want his eternity, as long as he stands properly in front of her.

Deng Lijun sat in a daze, with tears in her eyes, and her whole body was deeply immersed in self-blame and guilt.

I don’t know how long it took, but the good night song slowly played on the TV, and then slowly turned into a snowflake.

She still sat motionless, her big eyes hollow, like a body without a soul.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Deng Lijun heard it in a daze, and her hair stood on end. She even woke up from her drunken state.

But she didn't dare to open the door at all, fearing that someone from outside would come to the door and tell her the bad news.

Her heart was trembling, and she stood up unsteadily, but her legs became weak and she immediately fell down on the sofa.

But the doorbell outside is still ringing and doesn't give up.

She had a splitting headache and shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the alcohol and gain some sobriety.

Deng Lijun stumbled up and opened the door. Standing outside the corridor was Lu Dongjie, like an illusory figure.

He was still wearing a clean shirt, with fresh short hair, and a smile on his lips.

The whole body is intact, no trace of scars can be seen at all, but...

Deng Lijun wanted to stay calm, but her lips changed color, and there was deep sadness and guilt buried in her eyes.

She lowered her head and trembled her lips, "Are you back?"

She was indeed so nervous that she almost collapsed and died because her heart stopped beating.

Lu Dongjie smiled slightly and said softly, "I'm worried about you. Come and take a look."

Deng Lijun raised her head and stretched out her trembling hands to touch his face, but found that what she touched was only air.

She retracted her hand stiffly and lowered her head in despair, "I made you become like this."

Lu Dongjie shook his head and smiled, "There are always accidents in life. How can I blame you?"

Deng Lijun's hands were still trembling, and she didn't know where to put them.

She tried hard to calm down, but she couldn't help but make a vague sound in her throat.

Lu Dongjie smiled slightly and said softly: "Good night, I think it's time for me to leave."

Deng Lijun was startled, her face turned pale, and she almost begged and said, "Please come in and sit down. I have something to say to you."
Chapter completed!