XV. Scattered into mud, 5

Worried......

It's hard to understand the thousands of threads,

It's hard to untie the thousand knots in my heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's so hard to open,

It's hard to unravel.

At last

Still there's no way to get it......

Suddenly, I realized that

is at fault,

Everything is a fault,

It was a fault of frustration and distress.

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She stretched out her arms,

Stopped him.

That's it.

She wanted to see him,

Stop him

Tie him down.

She didn't want him to go.

In addition to wanting him to stay,

I still want him to stay.

Nothing else,

Nothing else.

She cried out to him:

"Leaves fall into the air......

Stay......

Please,

leaves fall into the air,

Stay......

Please,

Stay,

All right?

You stay with me.

Stay with me who is lonely and lonely,

All right? ”

He looked at her:

"Whisper?"

He looked at her meaningfully,

Looking at the woman in front of her,

It can be determined that she is not the mistress of the cold sword,

can also be very sure that it is not the frail and sick,

A cough,

A slightly heavier breath,

would make him think she was sick......

Very sick spirits.

He trembled in that place,

It is the trembling of the heart,

It is the anxiety of the heart,

It's a heart-wrenching heart,

It's a hard job to find the heart.

He could only look at her,

Looking at the woman in front of him,

He took a deep breath,

Taking a long, deep breath,

And then

Exhale slowly,

Exhale softly,

He said softly, "Let go......

All right?

Soul ......

Be good.

Be good,

Good boy......

Soul ......

Let go......"

"No......

I don't! ”

The woman shook her head delicately.

Just pulling the corner of the man's clothes,

Unrelenting,

She said, "Failed,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't forsake me^......

Will you leave me behind? ”

But......

hand

Still loosened.

He still turned his head,

Let go of her hand,

Wordless, silent,

Close your eyes and let go of her hand.

He didn't weep,

He's a man,

A man with courage.

He doesn't cry,

He has his way,

His way,

His path,

His journey,

His distant direction.

-- His future.