Chapter 190: The Blue Fairy Tale of Disillusionment: Hate and Pain
"Yan Yeyi, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I roared in the rain with all my strength, pulled off the blue crystal necklace from my neck, and threw it far into the night rain.
Yan Ye let go of me by mistake. Taking advantage of this second, I pushed his tall body away hard.
Maybe he was caught off guard, maybe he was depressed, but I actually pushed his tall body into the muddy puddle, and he looked dejectedly at the place where the blue crystal necklace disappeared.
My heart suddenly twitched and hurt. It was more painful than ever. All the cells in my body wanted to rush forward and hug him. Yan Yeyi, it seems that I hugged you hard and then cried loudly in your arms.
Yan Yeyi, my heart hurts so much, it hurts so much
But reason still stopped my impulse. Before I had time to think about it, I ran away from him again, stumbling and running in the rainy night.
In the cold rain, there is still a touch of bitter tears flowing
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It was still raining heavily, and the dark clouds in the night sky seemed to have no intention of dispersing.
In a certain grassland, an invisible figure was busy mechanically, as if looking for something very important.
The cold rain washed away his body temperature again and again. The night was very dark and he seemed to be seeing something, but the lonely boy still groped every inch of the grass.
Lying down, kneeling, standing up and gesticulating... Even if the blood is washed away by the rain again and again, even if the wound on the side of the head starts to hurt, even if the fragile heart is broken
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"Tell me, your true purpose of approaching me"
Sitting on the last train, the only person in the empty carriage except the driver was my embarrassed figure.
Looking out the car window, it was still raining heavily. In my mind, Yan Yeyi's words were like preset music, playing on a loop.
His lingering face has always been stuck, no matter how he refreshes it, it still won’t change.
(A certain Qing: Sixteen, you should subtract another fourteen and a sixteen: Why? A certain Qing: Because you are stupid, why did you break up the devil husband and me? Sixteen: Wow Kaka - I am happy!…)
"forget"
After getting off the bus, the street on a rainy night was hazy and dazzling. This peaceful street looked like flowers in the mist. As soon as I walked into Twelve Forgots, forgetfulness and promise were all there.
Looking at me in such a mess, I feel a bit me and a bit dumbfounded.
"Han Qing, why did this happen?" Ernuo helped me through the door in panic.