It's just that tears are uncontrollable and fall by themselves
He took the wine glass from her hand and drank the wine
Just like that, the two of them were speechless, without even making eye contact, they just drank one cup after another.
Just like that night, one cup after another, touch it lightly and drink it down.
This wine becomes more and more bitter the more you drink it, but you can't help but want to drink it
This heart is getting colder and colder, but it no longer wants any warmth
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and more and more intoxicating, but he and she are getting more and more sober.
After finishing the wine, she gently threw the transparent goblet in her left hand into a parabola
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and she fell to the floor and shattered. But her expression was still as calm as water, like stagnant water.
He gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and dropped the wine glass heavily.
Then, he grabbed the empty bottle in her right hand and threw it out.
There was a heavy sound, and she trembled slightly, and then, slowly, she lay down
Still in the same position, pillowing my arms, lying on my side, next to him
With her unfocused eyes open, she saw two roses in her peripheral vision, pink roses.
Pink roses, her favorite...
Maybe she wanted to distract herself with her favorite things, so she stretched out her hand and took one of them.
There are no green leaves on the rose branches, and the thorns have been pruned off. Just like herself, without the purity and nobility of the green leaves, without the pressing thorns, there is only one flower left, delicate and frail.
One day, she will be like this flower, falling and drifting away in the wind
He stared at the rose in her hand, filled with anger, but he couldn't tell where it came from.
He snatched the pink rose from her hand and threw it aside. He pressed on her body and pressed her gently.
Supporting his body with both arms, he didn't want to touch her...
With his right hand, he pressed the remaining branch of the pink rose. The cold touch made people cool and comfortable at this time.
Looking at her empty eyes, he slowly lowered his head, and his chin touched the skin on her round shoulders. It was hot, like a fire, burning him, making him panic and heartache.
(The scene above is the scene on the cover. Xiaonuan likes it very much, (*^__^*), everyone can imagine, it’s ambiguous and passionate~~~)