Zhuang Ao hid the bitterness in his heart and smiled slightly to prevent her from seeing through it.
"I thought you wouldn't want to see me."
The night before he left, he stood in front of her house for a long time. He did not leave until the lights in their house disappeared. Leaning in front of her house, a thick wall was just like the distance between Lin Shuibi and him now.
.
However, just as he was about to leave, her heartbreaking crying came from the room.
He clearly remembered what she said at that time.
"Don't touch me... I'm afraid... my hand... my hand... is gone..."
Standing outside the house, his steps faltered and he almost fell down. At that time, cutting off the man's hand did not hit him that deeply, but he did not know that his action of cutting off the hand at that time had a profound impact on her.
What does it represent in a young mind?
Therefore, when he left the next day, he had no shame to see him, so he could only say goodbye without saying goodbye.
Lin Shuibi remained silent. The incident that year caused her to have nightmares for several years. Later, during the summer vacation, Lin Jianai took her to live in the city for two months. During that time, she had been undergoing psychological treatment.
After a few months, she no longer had nightmares.
The knot in my heart slowly opened up.
After a moment of silence, Lin Shuibi slowly began to tell the truth: "Actually, I was a little irritated at that time, but I got better later. I'm fine now."
When she said this, her tone was very bitter. Compared with what she was experiencing now with Long Yejue, Zhuang Ao's past was indeed nothing to mention.
Zhuang Ao looked at Lin Shuibi's bitter eyes and knew what was bitter in her heart.
"Shui Bi, you can't even bear the scene when you were a child. You have to know that being with Long Yejue is ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more cruel than the scene you saw when you were a child."
Lin Shuibi nodded lightly. Maybe she didn't know it before, but when she saw the bodies of Zhang Sen and Zhang Chen, she already realized the cruelty of being with Long Yejue.
However, she didn't know how long she could stay with Long Yejue.
Zhuang Ao tentatively spoke: "Shui Bi, do you want to leave Long Yejue?"
Lin Shuibi suddenly seemed to have been stimulated. She looked at Zhuang Ao in fright, but then she lowered her head feebly and said weakly: "Actually, I thought about leaving before, but now, no more. I want to be with him."
Together."
"Well, do you still remember that you said you wanted to marry me when you were a child?"
"Uh..." Lin Shuibi was at a loss for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly, "Brother Zhuang, that's what I said when I was a kid. You really take it seriously!"
Zhuang Ao smiled bitterly: "I do take it seriously..."
From that time on, there was no one else in his heart. He had been waiting for her to grow up, and when she turned eighteen, he would go back and take her back to be his bride.
But... Lang was in love with his concubine unintentionally. It was obvious that Lin Shuibi really took the words she said as a child as childish words. It turned out that he was the only one who really cared about her.
The sunflower on the pink handkerchief in my hand seems to have lost its sparkle. I can't even find the direction of the sun. How can I identify the direction of life?
And which end is the direction of love? And whose compass points in the wrong direction?