She smiled like this, pure and beautiful: "It's not that I haven't drawn pictures before, but I always feel that something is missing. Yes, it's the soul. It seems that without the soul, I don't look like you anymore!"
The wind was blowing gently, and the light kissed Ruoxi's cheek, giving it a wave of brilliance.
Ye Ruoxi listened to Ruoyi's words quietly without saying a word.
The corners of his lips were curled up, with a smile that couldn't be condensed.
"Look, it's ok!" She handed the drawing paper to Ruoxi and said happily: "Look, this is you, how beautiful you are!"
On the drawing paper, there is a girl on the dark purple window. Just the back view is enough to make people forget to breathe.
The breeze floated, and the skirt fluttered.
Waves rose up, like a smile, and the bright light was warm and cool, illuminating the whole person with unusual warmth.
That girl, like an angel, can only be stared at.
"Well, it's very good!" Ye Ruoxi nodded and praised: "It's just too pure, that's not me!"
The corner of Ruoyi's lips froze, and she saw a trace of sadness flashing across her eyes. He looked at the girl so sadly, and said softly: "Ruoxi, this is you!"
She looked at the scroll gently, looked at the lonely and sad back, and smiled faintly: "That's you, you know? This is you, your beauty makes people unable to breathe."
She said that Ruoxi couldn't see her clearly.
But, Zoë, have you seen it?
That back figure hiding in the sun, that hidden sadness, and the dirty past, can they be concealed even in the skin of beauty?
You who are clean, you who are pure, how could you know what a miserable failed soul lies under my body.
If your hands are dirty, you can wash them and they will be clean. If the table is dirty, you can wipe them and they will be clean. But if your body is dirty, can you wash it clean?
Once it's dirty, it's dirty, and there's no going back. People make mistakes, just like white socks. Once they're worn, they can't be washed in their original place.
Now that I have given up my soul, what qualifications do I have to talk about it?
Does your clean and pure sketch depict me?
I don't think it is, it is an untouched soul that I once had.
In the afternoon, there was plenty of light and the sound of gun salutes was endless.
Ye Ruoxi looked at Ruoyi and said softly: "Wan Qing's wedding is about to begin, why don't you go down? Don't forget that you are the bridesmaid."
"Aren't you coming with me?" Zoey stared at her back and smiled at me.
Ruoxi looked back and smiled, mocking herself: "Isn't it clearer here than below? I'm afraid I will defile such a holy wedding!"
"Ruoxi, what you say makes me very heartbroken. You are doing this just for the sake of this family. You..." Her voice trembled slightly and she said softly: "I'm sorry, if it weren't for me..."
"How can I blame you?" She clapped his hand and said softly: "You have to walk your own road. Even if you go to hell, I will walk on it willingly."
The sound of firecrackers rang again, drowning out Ruoxi's words. "Actually, it was me who killed myself!"
Sacrifice everything you have, knowing clearly that life is a gamble, but you still lose completely.
It's all self-inflicted, who can you blame?
"Third sister!" Ruoyi pulled me and said softly: "I will hold an art exhibition soon, and I hope you will come to participate!"
Ye Ruoxi smiled, just lightly: "I believe in your ability, come on!"
"Are you coming then?" Zoey looked at her expectantly, her bright eyes full of brilliance.
How cruel is it to let her, who is dilapidated, see your success in life in what capacity?