He couldn't believe it, but his heart was like a knife and he couldn't say a word.
Seriously, how could it be like this? How could it be?
If I don't love you, how can I find someone from all over the world?
If I don't love you, how can I lose sleep every night and have my heart broken?
If I don't love, how can I want to live this life and never let go?
However, he couldn't express it, he just held on tightly, very, very hard, because he knew that once he let go, there would be nothing left...
Even as she vented her extreme anger, she died.
The hatred, resentment, resentment, self-pity, self-injury, and self-mutilation that have been hidden in my heart for countless nights... have never had a window to vent... I once thought that there would never be a day to vent in this life.
She hated him, she hated him so much.
I thought I could force myself to be cool and laugh it off, but when I came face to face, I found that I couldn't do it at all.
Instead of being cool and unrestrained, he behaved in an ugly manner and spoke harshly.
Because, apart from him, she could never find anyone to vent to.
The moon rises slowly.
The light snow that lasted for several days stopped at some point.
The moonlight is melting, the heart is bleak, and the warm floor cannot warm the heart no matter how gentle it is.
When he let go, she finally broke him free.
"Xixi, I love you..."
She said categorically: "I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore!"
She picked up the backpack on the ground and walked away.
He stared at her intently and saw that her back was about to disappear through the door.
He rushed forward, his voice anxious: "Xianxi...Xianxi...Do you want me to spend the rest of my life looking for you? Are you really that bearable?"
Her back froze.
Suddenly she couldn't bear it anymore, so she rushed up and punched him in the chest: "Wang Donglin, can you stop being so fucking hypocritical? Do you know that you are disgusting?"
That punch was so hard that he staggered and felt a lot of pain.
However, no matter how great the pain is, how can it compare to the pain in the heart?
"Damn girl, cruel damn girl... I made a mistake, and I don't deserve to be forgiven... But for such a long time, knowing that I wouldn't feel better, knowing that I was going crazy... just refused to give me a single star.
The news...that's all...but, I finally found you...but you just left like this..."
"..."
"Yan Xixi, have you ever thought about how I feel? Have you ever thought about what will happen to me if you leave?"
"..."
"Should I continue to look for you, continue to live a life worse than death, like a walking zombie..."
She was in a daze: "Why are you looking for me? Can't you just treat me as dead?"
He was suddenly furious.
He hugged her hard and turned her shoulders: "Yan Xixi, look at me... look at me... I have never closed my eyes in the past six months, I have been here every day and every night
I blame myself and feel guilty. I was so desperate that I thought I would never be able to atone for my sins in this life... Now, you are clearly standing in front of me alive, and you still want me to treat you as dead? "
"..."
"Damn girl, are you really so tolerant? Do you really not miss the past friendship at all? Even if you are a death row prisoner, don't you have the right to ask for mercy and a reprieve of death? I have always loved you and never changed. Please forgive me.
Isn’t it okay to forgive... Do you really want to be so heartless and make two people miserable for the rest of their lives?"
She buried herself in his chest and just cried.
Tears soon wetted his bra.
He hugged her tightly, actually feeling that crying was also extremely joyful and extremely precious.
