Why does he still have to be obsessed with a wedding?
Is there any need for a form that has no substance?
"For me, this form is very important." It is to make a perfect ending for those happy times over the past decade.
"Li Ye..." It's impossible for the two of them to be together anymore. Is there such a form really that important?
Sikong Lingge pursed his lips and wanted to ask this, but his lips opened and he couldn't say anything.
Feng Liye didn't even see Sikong Lingge's expression, so he guessed what she thought in her heart, "Lingge, I hope that the perfect ending between us."
“…”
"Even if it's fake."
"..." Sikong Lingge pulled Feng Liye's hand away, and his voice rustled, "You ask me... to think about it..."
Feng Li nodded mutely, and the kraft paper bag was slowly stuffed into the singer Sikong Ling.
"this……?"
"I thought about it, but you will keep it." Feng Liye whispered like a dream, his voice seemed particularly low, "I'm afraid you really agree. I will regret it and destroy these information selfishly."
"I'll get the medicine box to help you deal with the wound." Sikong Lingge put away the kraft paper bag and turned around hurriedly.
Feng Liye's wound was not deep, and a shallow cut was cut in his palm.
He would shed so much blood because he ignored the wound and used his hands excessively.
Sikong Lingge looked at the wound carefully—
The place where the skin was cut was dyed with a faint black color, which should be ink.
Feng Liye's injury was scratched by a fountain pen.
Was it hurt when signing a divorce agreement?
Thinking of this, Sikong Lingge's chest was shocked again and tightened.
He lowered his head, opened the medicine box, cleaned the wounds for Feng Liye, disinfected them, and took care of the medicine on the ground.
During the whole process, Feng Liye looked at the sadness in his brown eyes was so abundant and obvious...
Sikong Lingge's nerves were tense and mentally nervous.
Several times, disinfection cotton poked directly on Feng Liye's wound, making him groan in pain.
Otherwise, the medicine will be sprinkled and all the medicine will fall to the ground.
Otherwise, the bandage is wrapped in the wrong direction...
In short, there are many mistakes, which makes it very embarrassing.
After a small wound was treated, Sikong Lingge was sweating all over, almost exhausted, and all the clothes on his back were soaked.
"I'm sorry." Sikong Lingge apologized frequently.
"It's okay." Feng Liye always kept smiling and responded with these three words, "Only when it hurts, you will feel real."
"...Is there any injury?" Sikong Lingge looked at him in a panic and immediately turned on.
She was afraid that Feng Liye's sad expression would be unable to help but make promises she shouldn't have made.
He quickly lowered his head, packed up his things and stood up, "I'll go and put the medicine box."
Feng Liye nodded.
The medicine box was put back in its original place, and Sikong Lingge walked back.
There is silence.
No one spoke.
The wind blew in through the windows, lifting the curtains.
Sikong Lingge's chest was depressed and he felt so uncomfortable that he felt heavy, as if he weighed a thousand pounds.
I want to say something, open my mouth, but I don't know what I can say...
Feng Liye sat there, motionless, and seemed to have no intention of speaking.
The two stood facing each other face to face.
silence.
Silence like death.
The sound of breathing and thrilling can be clearly heard...
Sikong Lingge Station is not right, nor is it sitting. I really don’t know what to do.