If I die, no one will save Xiaomi. After hesitating for a long time, I finally came to this conclusion.
I finally retracted my hand, and my gaze was fixed on Ying'er's face.
"Ying'er, do you think you are more happy or in pain? What is happy is that you have Yang Yumo who loves you so much. What is painful is that you can't wake up, endure the boundless loneliness, and can't
I live a loving life with Yang Yumo." Looking at Ying'er's face, I didn't dare to move her body. I just stood in front of the cold bed and stared at her jade-like transparent face.
Such a flower-like person has to lie like this on a cold bed.
"You can't speak, so I'll answer it for you. In fact, there is far more pain than happiness. A man's love and likes come and go quickly. Only when you are awake, can talk and laugh, can you feel happiness.
If I were you, I would rather live happily than rely on Yumo's love." These are my answers.
If I have to endure such pain because of love, then I will choose to live.
Only when you are alive can you love and be loved, right? In this world, no one is inseparable from anyone. The initial separation may be painful and confusing, but as time goes by, everything will be destroyed.
In a way, I'm actually a lot more pessimistic than I appear on the surface, I know.
Ying'er was still lying motionless on the cold bed. It was impossible for her to jump up and refute my words. If a miracle happened one day, would she come to me to argue?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing. I just like to think about things that haven't happened yet.
After looking at Ying'er's face for a while, I almost got lost in her beauty. Finally, I turned around and faced the man who had been standing behind me for a long time without speaking.
Isn't he very talkative? Why didn't he say anything this time and just stood behind me and watched me talking to his woman?
Since I'm not talking, I won't waste time with him at this moment. At this moment, I want to go back and rest. What he wants to do with me in Yang Yumo will have to wait until I get enough sleep.
"Am I allowed to leave?" After I walked a few steps away, the arrogant man finally spoke and refused to allow me to leave.
"You didn't say for sure. If you didn't tell me, I'll take it as if you gave me permission to leave." I replied quietly without looking back.
He may not be able to outshine me in his talk. It's just that although the man behind me is old, he is not necessarily mature. Talking to him is a waste of time. I might as well go to bed early.