"Goblin, just talk to me, just say one word. That way I can feel better and I don't have to be so sad, goblin..."
Su Mo kept maintaining that posture. His hand was holding the phone very tightly, and his nails turned pale due to excessive exertion.
After a long time, he stood up and put the phone unsteadily in his pocket, pressing it carefully as if he was preserving the most beautiful thing.
There were sharp soreness in his heart.
He thought, he can't go on like this, he will be completely out of control if he goes on like this.[
He was already in a desperate situation, and all he could do was to be cruel to himself.
Immediately, Su Mo felt shameless.
But there is no way.
The goblin was always in his world without telling the world. She was always a shadowy thing in his life.
And even if he gets drunk every night, wakes up, walks out of the house, and steps into the E&R, he is still the same glamorous person.
Besides, he might also have a wife who has an outstanding appearance and figure, who loves him deeply and is his childhood sweetheart.
So, he's really nice.
Living a good life... OK, hopeless, hopeless... hopeless!
The goblin was his pain, and he would just bury her in a dark place that no one else would ever know. It was pitch dark, dead of night, and he was alone, so he dared to take her out and slowly lick and kiss her.
Try the pain.
Su Mo went out. It was quiet outside. Behind him were the beautiful lights of the night, and loud singing came from inside.
A woman's sway, a man's desire.
Mismatched chaos.
He stood alone on the street, the late night wind was blowing slowly, and he realized that when he looked up, he saw a desolate place.
There were strange people, strange cars, strange sounds, and everything else on the street, and his stomach began to churn again.
Unable to restrain himself, he bent over and vomited out.