It's like ink late at night, and only the lights are showing off.

The door opened and the cold wind blew in outside, with endless coolness.

Autumn is coming, and the bleak days have replaced the hot yesterday. Spring is probably not far away.

Zhang Ming stood at the door and looked at the empty corridor ahead.

The quietness of the night is still there, and no one can break it.

But now, she was looking forward to someone who could break it.

Tak, Tak, Tak.

The sound of calm footsteps came, destroying the silence here, and the man in black appeared in Zhang Ming's sight.

When Zhang Ming looked at Zhan Lian, the person who came to her lowered his head.

Zhan Lianshi looked at her and the opened door. He came steadily, bringing him closer to the door little by little.

It's so close, and it's far away.

The distance that can be measured is not the distance, and what cannot be measured is the real distance.

This road seemed to have walked a long way, as if it had walked through a thorn, crossed mountains and rivers, and he finally came to this door.

But at this moment, Zhan Lianshi stopped.

Stopped outside the doorway.

At this moment, he looked inside, the closed bedroom door, his eyes stopped moving, and all the ink colors gathered, all on the closed door, stagnant.

The crying sound came out of the door, and it was like countless winds with needles blew towards him. The needles blew into his body, pierced into his heart, and his bones and blood were stirring in his body.

Rolling, then blood dripping.

The breath around him was quiet, and the night in his eyes sank.

At this moment, he was extremely quiet.

Zhang Ming stood beside him, looking at the person who stopped just now, the breath on his body changed with the crying, and the night color in his eyes became different.

Now, the person in front of her was not Mr. Zhan, but Zhan Lianshi.

An ordinary man who can't be more ordinary.

"Ms. Lin was normal before, and there was no abnormality, but twenty minutes ago, I heard Miss Lin's crying and came out to see."

"After confirmation, I want to go in, but I feel that I can't comfort her even if I go in."

Zhang Ming looked inside, the closed master bedroom door, where there was no light on, and the darkness was still raging inside.

After saying these two sentences, she stopped talking, but she walked in and turned off the lights in her bedroom. In an instant, only the light from the corridor was left in the living room.

Once this door is closed, the light in the corridor will disappear.

She knew that the people standing at the door now did not need light.

He needed darkness, prompting him to walk in and go to that person.

Zhan Lianshi's eyes moved, and the quiet inside disappeared. Many things surged out of the condensed ink color, turning the clouds and rain, and then he stepped into the doorstep.

Every step I take is like scraping a bone with a steel knife. It hurts and becomes numb early.

But at this moment, his heart was still trembling.

It was so sure, so desperate.

The door closed little by little, gradually getting tighter and darkness spread... Lin Lian sat on the bed, holding her legs, buried her face on her legs, and tears burned on her skin.

It hurts a lot.

She wanted to scream in pain.

No, she can't scream because it's useless.

She just waited like this, waiting for the burning pain to disappear, waiting for the painful dream to end.

Zhan Lianshi stood outside the door, and he listened to the crying inside, the ups and downs of every sound, the pain inside, and he didn't move at all.

At this moment, he is the night, and the night is him.

He was narrowing the door, as if he was condensed inside.

The quiet night is silent, a door is separated by each other, through countless pasts.

What should I do to walk in and dare to walk in.

In life, a difficult problem is just in front of you.

And such questions were asked by yourself.

What is the solution?

Zhan Lianshi's heart was beating, and every time he blew, he felt a little itchy in his throat, and the fishy sweetness was about to gush out.

He swallowed in his throat, pressed down, holding the hot and burning his taste buds.

The smell of blood is so sober.
Chapter completed!