As stunning as seeing it for the first time in life.
There are not even words to describe its beauty.
It was a poisonous flower called wisteria.
Because it is poisonous, it is more beautiful.
It's so beautiful that people can't help themselves, and it doesn't hesitate to set fire to it.
The room full of wisteria buds bloomed in front of Ruoxi, and she hoped in her heart that if they could bloom as soon as possible, she would be able to die without regrets after watching this gorgeous moment.
"Ruoxi." Liancheng looked at Ruoxi's face, with emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand: "That person has mobilized all his forces to look for you!"
Ye Ruoxi's hand stroking the flower trembled slightly, because the tremor broke the stamens that were about to open.
This flower will never bloom again.
She crushed it hard, and the thick ink juice seeped into her fingers, dripping onto her wrist. It was like bright and dazzling blood, with an enchanting cruelty in despair.
"You will protect me, right?" She smiled, looked at Liancheng's eyes as dark as night, and leaned on his shoulder: "He will never find him here, because you are here. You will hide me
Deep and far away, no one can find it."
She didn't know whether her smile was too sad or the despair in her eyes was too deep. She could not help but tremble when she felt that broad and trustworthy back.
"You, you really don't want to see him again?" He held her in his arms, looked down, and saw the wisteria flower that she had destroyed.
"I missed it, how can I do it again?" Ye Ruoxi smiled softly, a sweet taste suddenly surged in her throat, as if blood was smeared on her body, and she gasped hard.
The miracle didn't happen. It turned out that she could only stay in that sterile ward.
Liancheng continued to ask, but because his gaze shifted, he did not see the blood flowing from the corner of Ruoxi's mouth.
He asked gently, what did she want?
Ruoxi told him, "I want to wait until the flowers bloom."
Once upon a time, I heard the sound of flowers blooming, but I couldn't help but think of them falling.
Ruoxi felt that the corners of her eyes were wet, and some liquid flowed down, staining her pale cheeks.
Liancheng finally saw it, and I heard his anxious shouts, which passed through my heart.
There were countless sounds echoing in Ruoxi's ears, the messy breathing, the screams of the doctors and nurses, the sound of the cold scalpels rubbing against the scissors, and the ticking footsteps filled with death.
Under the operating lights, she looked as miserable as a corpse without blood.
She didn't see how embarrassed and horrified she was at this moment.
Ruoxi just grabbed the doctor's sleeve hard.
My throat was unbearably dry, and my voice sounded like a ghost, ferocious and terrifying.
"Save me, doctor, you must save me, I can't die, I haven't seen the flowers bloom yet!"
Closing her eyes, she saw him.
The man Ruoxi fell in love with so fiercely.
He stretched out his hand desperately trying to keep something, even if what he caught in his hand was nothingness.
"See? The flowers are about to bloom."
However, he just smiled, just that smile, bringing us back to the prologue.
So we met from the beginning...
That gorgeous encounter ended in silence.
Flowers bloom twice, and flowers bloom twice. In the wrong season, we who originally lived in different worlds meet.
The ending is the same, passing by each other, you going east, I going west, that chance encounter cannot stop the poignant love.
The end of this story is to return to your own world.
If life were just like the first time we met, it was ordinary at that time. But I thought, if we had truly persisted at that time, would our ending be perfect?
My attachment to you is hidden deep in my heart.
Mu Shiqin, maybe this story is an unfinished continuation, rather than the end of life.