Is it necessary for a form without substance to exist?
"For me, this form is very important." It is a perfect ending to the happy time of the past ten years.
"Li Ye..." It is impossible for the two of them to be together. Is it really that important to have this form?
Sikong Lingge pursed her lips and wanted to ask this question, but she opened her lips and couldn't say anything.
Feng Liye guessed what she was thinking without even looking at Sikong Lingge's expression, "Lingge, I hope there will be a perfect ending between us."
"..."
"Even if it's fake."
"..." Sikong Lingye pulled Feng Liye's hand away, his voice rustling, "Let me... think about it..."
Feng Liye nodded numbly, and slowly stuffed the brown paper bag into Sikong Ling's singer.
"this……?"
"I thought about it and decided that you should keep it." Feng Liye whispered like a dream, his voice was extremely low, "I'm afraid that if you really agree, I will regret it and selfishly destroy these materials."
"I'll get the medicine box and help you treat your wound." Sikong Lingge put away the brown paper bag and turned around in a hurry.
Feng Liye's wound was not deep, and there was a shallow cut on his palm.
There was so much blood because he completely ignored the wound and used his hands too much.
Sikong Lingge took a closer look at the wound——
The area where the skin was cut was stained with a faint black color, which should be ink.
Feng Liye's injury was caused by a pen.
Was it injured when signing the divorce agreement?
Thinking of this, Sikong Lingge's chest was shaken hard again and tightened.
He lowered his head, opened the medicine box, cleaned Feng Liye's wound, disinfected it, and applied medicine carefully.
Feng Liye watched the whole process with burning eyes. The sadness in his brown eyes was so rich and obvious...
Sikong Lingge's whole body was tense and nervous.
Several times, sterile cotton was poked directly into Feng Liye's wound, causing him to groan in pain.
Otherwise, the medicine may have been accidentally spilled and all of it may have fallen to the ground.
Otherwise, the bandage is wrapped in the wrong direction...
All in all, it was full of mistakes and made it very embarrassing.
After a small wound was treated, Sikong Lingge was covered in cold sweat, almost collapsed, and the clothes on his back were all soaked.
"I'm sorry." Sikong Lingge apologized frequently.
"It doesn't matter." Feng Liye always kept a smile and responded with these three words, "It hurts to have a real feeling."
"... Are there any injuries?" Sikong Lingge glanced at him in panic and immediately looked away.
She was afraid that if she looked at Feng Liye's sad expression for too long, she would be tempted to make promises that she shouldn't make.
He quickly lowered his head, packed his things and stood up, "I'll put the medicine box away."
Feng Liye nodded.
The medicine box was put back to its original place and Sikong Lingge walked back.
There was silence.
No one spoke.
The wind blows in through the window and lifts the curtains.
Sikong Lingge's chest was depressed and heavy with discomfort, as if it weighed a thousand kilograms.
I want to say something and 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 like this.
silence.
Deadly silent.
The sounds of breathing and startling were clearly audible...
Sikong Lingge is neither standing nor sitting. I really don’t know what to do.