"I've become a bad woman......"

Xiuying was lying on the bed, looking out the window with a leisurely gaze. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the evening, the sun was about to set, and it did its best to give its last glow.

There is a colorful glow hanging in the sky, and under the reflection of the setting sun, it looks like a fire, and the gold is very beautiful.

The window was open, and a cool breeze blew in, stirring Suyoung's hair.

Jonghyuk Oppa has already left and is pushed back to his hospital room by Yoon Hye-mi. My sister also went home first. After all, the frightened parents who have experienced this incident still need her to take care of and comfort them.

The nurse who took care of herself went to eat, and Xiuying finally got a little time to be completely herself.

The lumbar spine was injured, and the postoperative observation time had not yet passed, so Xiuying did not dare to move at all, so she could only lie on the bed, lonely in a daze.

It's like a waste.

According to her usual jumping temperament, where can she hold back ten minutes without moving? However, at this moment, she is full of worries, and she rarely restrains herself quietly.

"I've become a bad woman......"

Song Jong-hyuk's voice flashed in his mind: "Ma Jiayo, it's me, your male ticket, Song Jong-hyuk." ”

"Male Ticket ......"

Xiuying's face showed a hint of happiness that was difficult to hide: "It's like, it's like a dream." ”

But immediately, the smile on her face receded like a tide, leaving only a trace of indelible grievances.

"If it's true, that's fine."

Without makeup, the slightly sparse eyebrows are wrinkled beautifully, and so-young falls into memories.

In his memory, Song Jong-hyuk has always been a proud teenager.

It's so smart that there's no challenge to do anything, so naturally, there's no interest in everything.

The gap with the people around him is too big, and there is no common language at all, as if, living in two different dimensions at all, so, he looks down on the stupid mortals in his eyes.

Even if he is relatively familiar with himself, he will only have impatience on his face and finish his words in a few words, not to mention those who are difficult to reach even his shadow.

All Song Jong-hyuk's smiles were left to his only love.

Except, the first time I met him.

Thinking about it, perhaps, it was at that time that I already liked him.

Choi so-young fell in love with Song Jong-hyuk, who met for the first time.

Under the bright sun, the boy stood upright, bent down, and stretched out a hand towards himself.

The eyebrows are curved, the eyes are slightly squinted, and the corners of the mouth are hooked, revealing the two faint dimples on the face.

Here, it was love at first sight.

So, today, when I saw Song Jong-hyuk smiling warmly at him, Choi so-young's heart almost stopped beating.

God knows how difficult it was for her to suppress her instincts and not cry out with red eyes on the spot.

Reach out and put it against your chest, feeling your heartbeat that accelerates a little.

"Puff", "Puff".

"Really, like a fool."

It wasn't until now that Xiuying discovered that the jealousy for that person that she had once overflowed and forcibly suppressed in her heart had never disappeared.

It's been five years, and it's always been there, but it's just quietly hiding in a place where Xiuying can't see, looking at her coldly, pretending to be nothing, joking with her sisters, interacting with fans, making fun of herself, and filling the growing emptiness in her heart.

Then, at this moment of reunion, when he was greedy for Song Jong-hyuk's arms, he came out of his bones and blood, and hit him on the head, reminding Xiuying -

"Look, you're so dark, so unbearable."

An evil voice, like a tarsal sword, has been ringing in Xiuying's head.

Distraught, Xiuying struggles to clear her mind from the sound of her thoughts.

"Do you think that if you say that you are Song Jong-hyuk's girlfriend, you really are?"

This voice was unrelenting, and it was determined that Xiuying had to pester her.

"I am!" Xiuying replied strongly, "At least, I'm his girlfriend now." ”

"Oh, it's all a lie!"

"Taking advantage of Song Jong Hyuk's amnesia, he made up a lie that was so easy to be exposed, pretending to be Song Jong Hyuk's girlfriend, in a vain attempt to gain a love destined to have no future by deception."

"Cui Xiuying, your love is really despicable and humble."

Suyoung gave a bitter smile.

"Despicable? Perhaps. ”

I'm actually about to give up.

After waiting for so many years, I have been standing by his side, but I don't have the courage to reach out.

Until, someone else showed up and took my place.

Even then, I didn't dare to fight or grab it.

Because, he smiled so much.

It's a real fun.

That's enough. For me, he's happy, that's enough.

Now, however, a glimmer of hope has suddenly emerged.

There is such an opportunity in front of me.

I was able to participate in the creation of his happiness with my own hands.

How can you be willing to let me?

"What if, Song Jong-hyuk regains his memory?" The voice in her head mercilessly pierced the most taboo thing in Xiuying's heart, making the last trace of blood on her face disappear.

"What if, he remembers the real relationship between the two of you and finds out that you are lying to him?"

"What if, remembering his real girlfriend, leaves you mercilessly and returns to her?"

"Enough!"

Xiuying closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists with her hands, interrupting the vicious reminder.

I hadn't drunk water for a long time, my lips were dry and wrinkled, and Xiuying bit and ravaged her already pale lip flap.

"You're right."

A smile of great sadness finally appeared on her face.

"Someday, he'll remember."

"In that case, I'll let him go."

"But, at least for now, allow yourself to covet his arms."

"Let me be his girlfriend."

The voice was silent and seemed to have faded away.

Xiuying picks up the phone next to her pillow and unlocks the lock screen.

The wallpaper is the afternoon, a photo of her and Song Jong-hyuk.

On the screen, he looked surprised, and Song Jong-hyuk grinned greatly and smiled extremely happily.

Fingers slid over Song Jong-hyuk's lips, and so-young held the phone in her arms.

"I've become a bad woman......"

"But, Jonghyuk oppa, for your sake, I'm willing to ......"

A tear slipped down her cheek, hit the quilt, and disappeared.