With Ba Xiaogua's sharp eyes, I suddenly realized that half of the middle finger of my right hand was really still held by Yan Ye, and the neat collar was still exposing our "Aegean Sea"
"It's true, it turns out His Highness Ye is not happy at all!"
"The eyes are still red, wuwu...ye must be crying for Han Qing."
"Han Qing! Where are you? Go and save Night Angel..." Those classmates holding umbrellas walked to the other side of the intersection, leaving me alone in the drizzle.
Watching Yin Beisha being led step by step towards Yan Yeyi, looking at the confusing crossroads in front of me, I was in a dilemma, not knowing what to choose.
The airport on the left, the church on the right. For the first time, I don’t know whether to go left or right.
If you choose Yan Yeyi, you may not even see Darius for the last time
Then if you choose Darius, Yan Yeyi will never belong to me again
What should I do? What should I do? I am anxious and don’t know which way I should choose.
"Follow your own heart." Suddenly I remembered what someone said to me, follow your own heart, your own heart...
Looking at an empty car approaching in the distance, 3.2.1...counting silently for three seconds, I waved to stop the taxi. My confused mind made me forget something, so I waved my hand and ran towards the green taxi.
"Bang... bang..." A sharp braking sound stung my eardrums, and then... there was the dull sound of being hit.
It turns out... I forgot that this was a crossroads, I forgot that the red light was flashing towards me, I forgot that I...
Lying on the cold zebra crossing, rain, blood, and tears intertwined to create a desolate place
The world is so quiet, as if I am isolated from the discussions of the people around me, and the washing rain dissolves the blurry pool of blood in front of my eyes.
Can you get out of the way? Can you just get out of the way a little? The person opposite, you are blocking me, blocking Yan Yeyi
I opened my eyes, not daring to blink, and faced the big screen TV, using my remaining consciousness to plead with the people watching.
In the lingering sound of tinnitus, I tried my best to filter out all the noise, looking for the voice Yan Yeyi made on the TV
"I am willing...I am willing...I am willing..." I heard it! Yan Yeyi, will this be the last thing I hear from you in this life?
Yan Yeyi, I'm sorry, look at how useless I am
Yan Yeyi, I'm sorry, I always forgot to say that I love you too
Yan Yeyi, I'm sorry, this time, I really have to leave you alone.
Yan Yeyi, I'm sorry. On the Naihe Bridge, I will drink a bowl of Meng Po soup for you...let me forget you.
Close your eyes quietly, no longer pretending to be in this pale world, sleep! Breathe