Who is she making such a gesture for, is she still fantasizing that he can find her and take her away without saying anything? Tang Tian's heart suddenly felt extremely desolate, physically and mentally exhausted.

In the drizzle, the cold wind is whistling, and the tall buildings are all around, and time seems to be gone forever, leaving only a full desolation.

Tang Tian held it on the corner of the street, like a bird drenched in the rain, trembling slightly, drowning in the cramped cold.

A homeless man carrying a bottle of wine suddenly collapsed beside her, covered in the smell of alcohol and rancid dampness, which immediately filled her snort.

At this time, Tang Tian actually had a very strange idea, her first thought when she saw this drunkard was not to dodge, but to rush over, snatch the wine bottle in his hand, and pour all the wine into her mouth, so that maybe she wouldn't feel cold.

When this thought popped up from Tang Tian's head, she was frightened by this thought of herself.

At this moment, she wanted to get drunk and rest, only when she was drunk would she not think of the things that made her sad, and she could make her forget the admiration that broke her heart! But at this time she had nothing, no wine, and she didn't know who to go to drink with her, she didn't want her friends who cared about her to worry, and she didn't want people who didn't like her to see her jokes! What should she do?

She had nowhere to go, and it was as if she had become a homeless orphan overnight.

She seemed to see a rancid woman covered in the hazy rain and mist, full of wine and stench, messy hair, lice crawling on it, yellow teeth, and a layer of dirt on her body covered in unwashed mud.

Standing stupidly in the streets, carrying bottles of wine, smirking at everyone who walked by, and pedestrians avoided her like a plague.

This kind of imagination made Tang Tian's heart tear in an instant, and she curled up and smiled bitterly. Is she going to live? Life seems to have no meaning. However, she has no right to choose death, she can only live, and she must live well.

Even the wound was already ** in her heart, releasing the stench of decay. She also wants to live with a good appearance, doesn't she?

At this time, Tang Tian, like a wandering spirit, walked through the street with bare feet and a fiery red wedding dress in the cold rain curtain, and the worn soles of his feet were oozing blood, and the blood seeped into the rain with its unique fishy sweetness, winding into a dead and freezing this winter.

At this moment, suddenly the strong headlight hit Tang Tian's body, and then quickly extinguished, and then, Tang Tian heard footsteps behind her.

She was suddenly scared, spread her legs, and ran forward with no life, such an embarrassment was a shame, she didn't want people to see it, no one wanted to. She ran wildly on the empty road, running faster than he had ever imagined.

Tang Tian didn't know who was following her, and the only thought in her heart was to escape. She quickly ran into a building, and in a flash ran into the stairwell, hiding behind the door of the stairwell, covering her mouth.

The sound of her heartbeat and her blood rushing in her veins made her feel that her whole heart was empty, and she covered her mouth and shed tears at the sound of the man's footsteps, and the warm tears that stayed on her face were stinging.

"Sweet ......" voice is eager and anxious.

That voice seemed to be empty, staying in a distant time and space, and Tang Tian at this time couldn't tell whose voice it was. She didn't want to know, that's all.

Tang Tian flashed out of the stairwell, out of the building, and into a small alley where no one was around, letting the rain fall on her all over the sky, and letting the cold sting add to her. At this time, she had fallen into a state of chaos and didn't know where she should go.

She walked aimlessly, walked and walked, and actually walked into the station. She walked into the ticket hall, where there were a few sporadic people buying tickets.

People in a hurry didn't notice her downfall in the misty night of the city.

She quickly found the stairwell and sat down on the stairs, curled up with her head in her knees. Perhaps, tomorrow, she can buy a ticket and leave the city. Go anywhere you can.

Someone once said that people have always been on the road in this life, and Tang Tian at this moment doesn't mind wandering. This may be an opportunity, a beginning where she can change her existing life.

She likes warm things, warm emotions, but also quiet, and she likes to have that kind of quietness. However, none of this will ever come back. She thought she could finally let go, she could let it go.

The air in the ticket hall is a little muddy and the lights are a little dim. Some of the ragged people leaned against the corners of the walls, covered with shabby quilts, and fell asleep.

Tang Tian curled up in a ball, shivering, like fallen leaves floating in muddy water, endlessly scattered. She remembered the promises he gave, the life he had said, and every gentle smile he had ever given.

However, all of this vanished at that moment, life seemed to be false, and she felt the cold from which there was nowhere to escape.

The soles of my feet hurt, but I can't resist the pain. The body is cold, but the heart is cold.

Perhaps, it was a mistake from the beginning of their meeting, and perhaps, she was destined to become nothing. But the memories he had left her with were so gentle that they seemed to be nothing more than a joke now.

Tang Tian smiled bitterly, without any emotion and expectation in his heart, let alone any nostalgia. Leaving him was simple, not as complicated and painful as one might think. It's as if he never belonged to her, and she never belonged to him, they just passed by each other. She just felt tired.

The sleepy Tang Tian's head was projecting those pictures of the past back and forth, which might just be a kind of farewell. It's just that this kind of goodbye hurts a little.

When he appeared in the stairwell of the ticket room, he saw her curled up against the cold wall, shivering. Dressed in a red wedding dress, his bare feet were covered in blood, and some of the wounds had been whitened by the rain.

Her little face was pale, her short hair was a little messy, and she calmly watched him standing in front of her.

Tang Tian had calmed down, looking tired and fragile, like a crumpled red flower, struggling in the wind and rain. There was a gentle smile in her eyes, like a deep ocean, drowning out all the turmoil.

Zhuang Muxuan didn't reach out to touch her, he felt his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes were filled with deep pain, and his voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded beast, "Where are you going?"

Tang Tian looked up at him, shook his head blankly, and then smiled, like a withered flower. He leaned down and picked her up, his whole arm trembling, and he said, "You gave me a promise, and you are going to keep ......."