I opened my eyes slowly. Looking at the empty room. I think that when I open my eyes on weekdays, I will see that gentle sleeping face. It's only been a few days now. Things are wrong. All that was left was silence.

Lying quietly on the bed. The past is a movie in my mind. The phoenix eye that can talk. Long hair that is as smooth as silk. has never left the elegant smile like a spring breeze on his handsome face. Now recall. It's just a futile way to fill up the sadness.

Suck your nose firmly. Sit up. Do you want to see him or not? She didn't know how she slept that night. Dream after dream. The dream was full of his cold back. There was still a piece of dampness on the pillow.

Don't overthink it. I just want to see him right away.

Walk out of the room barefoot. Gently pushed open the extremely heavy room. The door was unlocked. Open silently. Zhao Qian'er on the bed lay quietly in the arms that once belonged to her.

Because it's the back to. I can't see the face I miss with Ben. Such a heartwarming scene. All she felt was a sour nose. And tears flowed. This is obviously an elder brother comforting his younger sister. Why did she feel heartache?

It's because he did that to himself last night. Seeing that he can sleep peacefully now. Mental imbalance. It's hate. Hate his ruthlessness too quickly. Or I'm too ignorant. You can't learn to understand him at this point.

I'm watching. It's just going to feel like a clown more and more. She ran down the stairs barefoot. It was Lance who was sleeping on the sofa in the hall who caught his eye. Apparently I slept very uncomfortably. The sleeping face is tightly wrinkled with eyebrows.

Sit lightly across from you. It was the first time for Ye Zitong to look at the man in front of him like this. A handsome face like a demon on weekdays.。 Like a harmless baby in your sleep.

His comfort was still in his ears yesterday. The man I've always hated. There is also such a gentle side. Maybe I don't have a grudge against Ben. Maybe he had been forgiven a long time ago. After all, when you hate someone, the most painful thing is yourself. But I thought of the bodies of those two men. For the man in front of him. Ye Zitong still can't give a good face. It's hard to accept.

Didn't wait for the man on the other side to wake up. I waited for the brother and sister in the upstairs room. Zhao Qian'er was still leaning on Zhao Fuguo's arms. Now the little bird is like a human.。。 It's hard to imagine it's the same person as the ostentatious and domineering appearance on weekdays.

If it weren't for knowing that they were brother and sister. Such a pair of golden boys and girls are really a match made in heaven. Look at the two people approaching. Look at that face that was too cold. Ye Zitong's heart ached and he forgot to breathe.

"Today Xiaoqian and I will go back to the United States" in a soft voice. Ye Zitong felt that he must be in a dream. This cold man in front of him. How could it be the man who loves himself.

Ye Zitong didn't speak. I just don't know what to say to her at this point. It's hard to say, 'Okay.'" Have a nice trip' or, 'Did you say anything else to me?' ’

It's just that at the end, they quietly look at each other for a while. Smile sweetly. It's a response. Turn your head away from his gaze. For the first time, I found that laughing is harder than crying. Such quiet. Suffocate her.

Look at the two backs as they walk into the kitchen. It turns out that a man can really love you in the last second, and he is willing to die for you. In the next second, you will not look back.

Ye Zitong didn't know what he was holding onto. There was no love. Everything has become so vulnerable.

When quietly looking at him. She was afraid. I'm afraid to hear him say those two words to break up. She admits to her timidity. Cowardice. It's just that I suddenly realized that I was dependent on him during this time. And the heart that I handed over. Suddenly there was no world for him. It's like everything is in the dark. Confused and helpless.

I haven't noticed a change in myself. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, but when a certain point is ignited. I found out in just a few days. Under the gentleness of this man. The blood has been kneaded into the bones.

Finally, I heard him speak. That short sentence of confession. And what does it represent? And how to make her understand. Tears fall for no reason. Loving someone turns out to be so painful.

Did he give up from the moment he let himself roll yesterday. It's all just torturing itself now. Understand a person who does not have himself in his heart and does not love himself. All persistence and persistence are in vain.

But just like that, let her go. She was really unwilling. Why. The man who was still crying for himself before. When you turn around, you can abandon yourself without a little pain.