Broken stones,

Powder that turns into stars,

Stuffed into her heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

- She seems to have known about it for a long time.

But she didn't seem to know it all along,

Even until the stone was already in her flesh and blood,

She didn't even know as if she had lost her memory.

The crushing of stones,

can be crushed in the palm of his hand,

It's easy to do.

He crushed it,

He blew the powder gently,

He felt effortless,

But he looked at her so dazedly.

She nodded slightly, and she agreed.

He turned his head and looked at the sky in the distance,

The birds fly into the air, and the thoughts fly away,

His voice was frozen in her memory,

It's hard to forget.

His words, to her, seemed out of reach: "You shouldn't stay here." ”

"And where to stay?"

She asked weakly, but her heart ached.

"It's in." His words were cold.

"What? What went in? She was confused, "Where did you go?" ”

He looked back at him,

Looking at her calmly,

Emotionless,

But with careful inquiry and questioning.

As if asking, don't you know?

But he didn't make a sound.

But suddenly he opened his palm,

The five fingers are fully open and parted.

She felt a strange difficulty breathing, and she quickly took a deep breath.

The man who was cold and cold all over his body,

Suddenly, he held the open hand tightly.

He held it tightly,

Clenched into a fist,

As if to grip something to break.

"Ah......h

It felt like my heart was about to be crushed.

She couldn't bear it, and she fainted in such pain that she couldn't help herself.