Yes, only a ghost has ever loved her. How could she have loved him when she was neither a human nor a ghost? She had always loved him! It was love, not love at all!
Li Xiaoyou cried hoarsely and finally had to face her heart truthfully.
After six years of forbearance, six years of hope, and six years of pain, how could she forget so easily. The man in front of her was the first person she loved and the man she loved most in her life.
For many days and nights, she covered herself with the quilt and cried heartbrokenly. The funny reason was that it was not because of the pain, but because she damn missed her.
I miss his naughty smile, his deep eyebrows, and the upturned corners of his mouth...I miss the words Mu Chenfeng and this person.
That meaningful past had distorted her whole life. How could she forget it so easily? It wasn't that she didn't force herself to forget it, but she couldn't do it, she really couldn't.
The pain was like someone using a knife to cut deeply into her flesh and gouge out her muscles and bones. Thousands of arrows piercing her heart were nothing more than that, but she was in so much pain that she couldn't help but die.
No one knows how those dark days came to pass, just like no one knows how much she loves Chen Feng.
"Don't cry!" Mu Chenfeng couldn't help but wipe away her tears with his hands, but she opened her eyes violently.
During this period, he never fought back, didn't even stop her, and just let her hit her.
He himself couldn't even explain the feeling in his heart at that moment, it was like being whipped hard with a whip. After the flesh and blood were blurred, her tears fell on the wound and dissolved in his blood.
The sting was so painful that he could barely hold on.
It was like some kind of atonement, like she had been wronged by herself and he had to be willing to accept this punishment.
Mu Chenfeng was silent, but why did his heart hurt so much.
"Bastard, wuwu, bastard!" Li Xiaoyou was tired from the beating, and was out of breath from crying, and her nose was red.
She sniffed, her hands hanging helplessly on her sides, looking at him with a look in her eyes that was filled with sadness and misery that was inexplicably familiar to Mu Chenfeng.
The hands of time moved quietly, and the two people seemed to be in a stalemate.
But the arms hanging on both sides knew that at that moment, Mu Chenfeng wanted to hold the crying little woman in front of him into his arms.
But it can't.
With a sudden moment of clarity, he seemed to realize that the obstacle between the two people was not just the unknown entanglement six years ago, but also the passage of thousands of sails after the passage of time.
"Do you think you are writing a novel? You lost your memory and then I showed up. Your inexplicable familiarity means that you know me and have had a past with me? Mu Chenfeng, how can you be so arrogant!" Li Xiaoyou sneered.
His eyes were still red from crying, like cinnabar, lightly printed on the apex of his heart layer by layer, biting into his bones and blood.
Mu Chenfeng remained silent.
Seeing his silence, Li Xiaoyou wanted to laugh even more.
This kind of crying, laughing, and laughing mood recurs intermittently, and she can't calm down no matter what. She can't accept this feeling of suddenly understanding her heart.
The fact that you have been avoiding fear appears so suddenly and silently, why face it head on?
"I have nothing to do with you, really not at all!" Li Xiaoyou said extremely lightly, hiding the trace of self-deprecation just right.
She looked at herself extremely seriously, and Mu Chenfeng suddenly couldn't find any trace of lying. But there was a voice in her heart that was madly denying.