There are too many things between them, the unreachable gap, the strong opposition of their parents, the thin trust between each other, and his decisive breakup text message. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEverything made her originally like a castle of love built out of sand, but under the continuous invasion and lapping of the waves, the chassis became weaker and weaker, and finally collapsed and collapsed.

Her heart throbbed uncontrollably again, she bit her lip and looked out the window at the increasingly gloomy sky, her distracted eyes were filled with resolute stubbornness, and her soft voice floated up, "Separation, maybe the best choice." ”

That delicate little face was pale and weak, obviously fragile, but she had to pretend to be strong, which made Song Weize feel more and more distressed.

The big palm hanging at his side quietly tightened, he pursed his lips, and the usually gentle noise brought a rare sternness, "You obviously can't let go, why do you have to deceive yourself?" ”

Bei Xiaorou's body trembled suddenly, a trace of grief suddenly appeared in her blank eyes, she turned her eyes to look at Song Weize in a daze, and the pain pierced deeply into his eyes, making him feel an unspeakable sadness.

At this moment, he deeply realized that the woman he loved the most would really never belong to him again.

His face was stunned, and he lowered his eyes to cover the overflowing pain of loss. After a while, he silently pulled his lips and smiled bitterly, stood up and walked to her side, gently covered her with a warm and thick palm, looked down at her quietly, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Xiaorou, I respect your decision, I only hope you can be happy!" ”

He withdrew his hand, left her a quiet space, and turned to leave the room.

In the room that suddenly fell silent, Bei Xiaorou hugged her knees with her hands, shrinking herself tighter and tighter, and her little figure looked so desolate and helpless.

She rested her head on her lap and looked quietly out the window at the increasingly dark sky, and could clearly see the leaves in the distance that were constantly being blown by the wind, and she could hear the rustling sound in her ears.

Thinking that Lei Ziqian was still waiting downstairs, a trace of worry appeared in her distracted eyes, she bit her lower lip tightly, closed her eyes suddenly, and forced herself not to care, not to be soft-hearted, but what is the feeling of constant tightening in her heart?

As soon as Song Weize walked out of the room, facing his mother's worried eyes and inquiries, after thinking about it, he simply told the matter, Song's mother was surprised, looked at her son's lost look, sighed softly, held his hand, and comforted him in a low voice, "Some things are forced, do you understand?" ”

Under his mother's knowing eyes, he gently pulled his lips and smiled, "Mom, I know." ”

I already knew that I had no chance, but understanding it didn't mean that he couldn't let it go, maybe he couldn't let it go for the rest of his life.

It was getting darker and darker, and the night was falling, and there was an oppressive dullness in the air, as if a bigger storm was brewing. The street lamps on both sides of the promenade were lit one after another, and the rustling sound of the late night wind blowing through the trees kept echoing in my ears.

The man who had always stood upright on the corridor, his thin shirt was not enough to resist the invasion of the wind, and he kept agitating, but he didn't seem to feel the cold, and his tall and slender body was always as strong and upright as a tree, and he maintained this posture, and he didn't move a step for a long time.

The tense handsome face carried a touch of anticipation, and the deep black eyes stared at the entrance and exit of the opposite building without blinking, for fear that he would miss the person who came out of it.

As the minutes passed, the mobile phone in his pocket rang from time to time, but he turned a deaf ear and ignored it at all. A pair of black eyes with hope, after a long wait, became more and more dim, but they still could not extinguish the firm light inside.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the wind was still raging, without a moment's pause.

In a dark room, the woman sitting on the bay window curled up tightly, quietly closing her eyes, as if she was asleep, but the tightly locked eyebrows faintly saw her uneasiness.

Suddenly, she didn't know what she was dreaming about, her body trembled suddenly, and she shouted "Ziqian", and opened her eyes as if she was frightened, with anxiety and worry in her eyes that had not yet faded.

Just now she actually dreamed that Lei Ziqian was slowly falling down in front of her, and until this moment, she could still feel the feeling of palpitations and fear.

Her heart was still pounding, and she looked out the window at the dark sky, and the anxiety and worry in her heart became more and more intense.

Is he still waiting downstairs?

She could hear the wind whistling through the window, as if there was an invisible hand, constantly tugging at her heart, making her tighten and uncomfortable.

The appearance of seeing a man in the afternoon came to mind, how he could resist the invasion of this cold wind in a thin shirt. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, she couldn't hold back anymore and stood up, hurried out of the room, and came to the balcony of the living room.

As soon as she reached the balcony, she was blown by the wind and ruffled her long shawl hair, she reached out to stroke her hair, but her eyes kept looking down anxiously, but from the height of the ninth floor, she could clearly see the tall figure standing under the corridor opposite.

The street lamp shines on his tall figure more and more upright, I don't know if it's an illusion, Bei Xiaorou feels that she can even see the wind mercilessly blowing through his body with only a thin shirt, how cold his body should be at the moment, she can't help but feel numb for a while.

The hands holding the railing were clenched tightly, her long hair fluttering with the night wind, obscuring her vision, and the man's figure was covered by her long jet-black hair. She snapped her eyes shut, bit her lips, and abruptly withdrew her hand, her steps backing back, before finally turning and running back into the room.

As soon as she closed the door, she collapsed and sat down against the door, bent her knees and hugged herself tightly, a voice in her head constantly reminding her, don't care, don't think, he will leave soon, it's over between you.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and in the dark room, the woman is sitting behind the door with her body curled up, and her petite figure looks very lonely and fragile.

And the man who stood alone in the deep night, standing still under the attack of the wind, he stood straight and straight like a mountain, and there was an unshakable force in response to the increasingly resolute eyes in his eyes.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was early morning, but the sky was as dark as night, the dark clouds were still piling up, the howling wind did not stop, and the increasingly humid smell in the air was a sign of the coming storm.

Song Weize, who was standing on the balcony, frowned tightly, and looked at the corridor with a solemn face, as if he was about to be so stalemate until he was old.