Chapter 430: The so-called you have been there all along 1
I felt some liquid flying out of my eyes, and at that moment, I saw something almost like light flashing in front of my eyes.
I thank God for giving me the light at my last moment.
I slowly fell down and looked at the night sky, and I discovered that the starry sky tonight was so beautiful. The stars connected into pieces and cut up this gorgeous sky.
I didn't know that when I die, staring at the sky will be so desolate. The mournful chirping of the snowbirds slanted across the sky. I saw your face floating in the deep night sky, so I smiled,
Because when I see you, you are as happy as a child who has not grown up.
Shiqin, this time, we really see each other again...
I watched Mu Shiqin stretch out his hands in pain on the top of the building, trying desperately to grab something, but all he could do was pull off a button on my cuff.
I opened my eyes and watched Mu Shiqin's face change from clear to blurry, until it became further and further away.
The impact of the fall gave people a sense of emptiness that was completely pulled away. It was not until the moment it hit the ground that the heart-stirring pain spread. I felt that the blood was slowly running out of my body.
Even the soul is slowly disappearing.
At this moment, there is only a deep starry sky in my eyes. Under the starry sky is a world stripped of its gorgeous coat by reality.
Naked, dirty, dirty, decadent, hypocritical and messy world.
My dear, if there is an afterlife, I will still meet you. But this time, we just pass by each other without looking back, we don’t know each other, we don’t want to fall in love, and we don’t want to stay together.
Just be passers-by in the crowd and become a dispensable scenery in each other's lives.
In this way, we will no longer have sorrow, trouble, depression, anger and despair. We can look for each other and find the ending that everyone has.
The flowers have passed the season, and the fragrant years, and the end of the story, have fallen into a dead silence. The flowers have passed the season, and the fragrant years, and the story has ended, and there has been a death silence.
...
There is a kind of silent love, called giving up, sighing gently, leaving for love; there is a kind of watching love, called longing, long-lasting concern, blessing for love; there is a kind of tolerant love, called tolerance, not doing more
Extravagant pursuit, sharing for the sake of love; there is a kind of beautiful love that can never be expressed and ends with death, but this kind of love is the most unforgettable.
"Ruoxi! Ruoxi!"
Who is it? Who is calling me, with such an urgent voice?
"Ruoxi...Ruoxi..."
Who is it? Who is calling me, sad and desolate.
I was lying alone in the darkness and heard someone calling my name. I struggled to wake up, but the sunlight stung my eyes.
"Ruoxi, you're finally awake!" Mu Shiqin looked at me anxiously. His dark blue eyes were covered with a layer of worried gray.
I looked at Mu Shiqin in confusion, then at the dark night and the cold walls. "I...what's wrong?"
"You had a nightmare."
"Dream?" I rubbed my head and forehead, feeling only waves of pain. I couldn't remember anything.
"Yes. You kept screaming. Keep calling for help!"
"Am I shouting for help?!" When I closed my eyes, all I could see in front of me was the image of falling from the roof of the building in my dream. The real feeling of falling still seemed to remain on my body. My limbs were sore.
How could this happen?
Why do you have suicidal dreams?
Do I have suicidal thoughts in my subconscious? So if I want to commit suicide and die, why do I call for help?