He immediately felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. Elia vanished from the crook of his arm. Shut the bedroom door.

It's not that she doesn't love him, it's that she has given up being with him. It made him feel sadder than if she didn't love him. There is no greater mourning than death.

The next day he walked out of the bedroom. Ilia was lifting her suitcase out of her bedroom. Ember was on the ground, looking at her in a flash.

"Are you leaving? Are you in such a hurry? Can't you stand it for a minute?"

"Yes. I can't stand it for a minute. It's too tormenting. Illia finished in a voice. Going again.

His arms tightened around her waist. The strength is not very great, and it spreads like an anesthetic. She quickly gave up again. Softened on him without gaps.

"Shall we not say anything else now?" he slammed through his suitcase, "I'm really worried that you're in danger." ”

Ilia didn't speak. It's useless to say it at all. Let him summarize his luggage into daily necessities and fill in the gaps.

For lunch, he took her out to eat. The crescent steamed dumplings are shaped like knives. Illia ate and asked, "Are you going to stay in the United States forever?"

Ember poured water for her and said, "I'm going to take you back with me." I know you want to open a studio in China, what conditions do you want?"

"I can do it all. Anyway, I don't count. You're just a formality. She said self-deprecatingly.

Nightshade stared at her and said angrily, "Yes." That's what I mean. Do you think you're resisting me? You're running away. Don't talk about what you don't believe, don't you believe that you will be happy in the future?"

"At least I wouldn't be unhappy without you. Illia glanced away, like a fan.

Ember slammed his head and said in a bad temper, "Then don't be happy." No one can give you happiness. ”

Out of the restaurant. Elia walked ahead. He came again, grabbed her arm and preemptively said, "You can't get rid of it anyway, come with me." ”

Illia had a vague sense that something was wrong. Remembering the Confucian exposition of the gentleman, he uses a series of negations to achieve an affirmation. Where does he look like a gentleman? The brain thinks all the way. The gods and ghosts were held hostage by him and entered the supermarket without realizing it.

"What do you want to eat?" he looked at her with interest, reluctantly. "I don't want to go, or I'll push you with that cart? It's just the kind of cart that children sit in? Yo, there seems to be one there, let's go!"

She smiled physiologically, shook off his hand, and said negatively, "You just took the car." ”

He smiled, hooked her shoulders and asked, "Do you want to eat lollipops?"

"Nope. ”

"Anyway, it doesn't count. I bought it as happy as I could. ”

"You, get out. ”

Ember raised her eyebrows as if she hadn't heard, and said, "Anyway, it doesn't matter what you said." Then don't roll. Then, as if encouraged, he crossed her with the fingers of his palm. Ilia slammed his hand, her face flushed with a squirt.

"Don't speak. I know what you're trying to say. You have to pick up what hurts people and say it. He slipped his hand to her waist unconsciously, and his slightly narrowed eyes were like willow leaves.

Elijah continued to struggle, tightening as tightly as an iron hoop. Ember smiled as she helped her fix the shredded hair around her ears, her breath brushing her ears.

"I understand your revenge on me. I consulted a psychiatrist and he said that if a person hurts and betrays you, don't simply forgive. Because the moral high ground creates asymmetry. I'm willing to bear the doubling of your hurt to me, and you can be comfortable with me doing anything, anyway, the future will be long. ”

"What a shame. She sneered. Isn't it shameless to say that the tie-up is like this? She couldn't help it and kicked him.

"You think it's easy to be shameless? He bent down to dust off his pants.

Ilia glared at him fiercely. He said with a gesture of looking up that you are so good-looking. Seeing that she did not speak. His mouth came alive again: "Look, from disdain to scorn." ”

Illya shot back: "From indifference to sneering." ”

Ember tilted her head and smiled, and accosted, "Anyway, what you say is the opposite." He had to take her hand again. Ilia hurriedly turned and left. He followed her.

The weather on this day of walking is beautiful no matter what kind of mood it takes. The sun is the round smile of a fat child. The dense gray clouds are graffiti that stretches out the umbrella of the sky. Rainy days are immersive bell music performances.

He didn't know when he followed, like he was caught off guard, saying that the young lady went to the movies?

"I'm going to the gallery. Elija said as she looked at the time.

When he came to the gallery, he had to follow. Illya deliberately went faster, he could still keep up. Deliberately go faster. His phone rang suddenly, and in between calls, Ilia ran into the gallery and closed the door.

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Illya is temporarily staying in the gallery with Jane. There are still many to-do items before returning home. Galleries are one of them, and there are also some commercial collaborations. Jane takes care of the gallery, and there is an exhibition before leaving.

Ilia is picking out her work. Jane asked jokingly, "Huh, where has your Mr. Night gone, and why haven't you seen him for a few days?"

Illya glanced at her and smiled, "What, you have a crush on him?"

Jane skimmed English: "Sour or not, you." I mean, he's mad at you?"

Illya shook her head and said, "He's busy." Went to work. Jane looked at Elia's expression and felt like she was comforting herself.

"He lives with you now?" asked Jane.

"I vacated the house. Illya was a little impatient and put aside her attitude. Jane didn't ask again.

"There are club activities this week. Jane said suddenly.

"What's the event?" Illya remembered the last time it was a stall.

"I heard that it was a Bible reading. ”

"So it's an activity for aunts and uncles. Elia wondered why Jane was telling her this.

"Because Grandma Zhang's butterfly pea tea is so delicious. "Jane loves that lovely old woman, and she likes old people, in large part because she grew up with her own grandmother.

"I also grew up with my grandmother. Illya said. There is a deep peace in the sun. Speaking of playmates, I can't help but say more.

"I'm more curious about you and your Mr. Night. Jane propped her chin and asked, "How did you meet?"

Illya didn't want to say much. A story flashes back in the mind too many times, and it is the effect of memory rumination. It can't be strengthened.

"I just have to listen to how you know. Jane added, "Unless you cherish it too much, the more you refuse to share something, the more important it is." ”

Illia didn't care. Stories are like riverbanks. So long. Speaking of him locking her out of the house, Illya didn't want to say any more. The story was abruptly interrupted in the past, and Jane was about to say something, but now it opens up in an instant.

The door was suddenly opened.