Yun Meng's heart was broken, her heart was dead, her consciousness disappeared from her body, and her thinking stopped in her mind. Her paralyzed nerves couldn't even be felt when Yun Ming picked her up and threw her on the bed. She's dead, she's really dead, she really wishes she'd been dead. However, a voice rang in her ears. The voice was so small, so faint, so sad. This was Yun Zhe's voice, and now, he was screaming miserably outside the window. The voice told her that she couldn't die yet, she had to live. She woke up, and just like that, she woke up in agony. He saw Yun Ming's body rushing over, and she smelled the pungent breath on Yun Ming's body. She woke up, and she picked up her arms with all her might.

Yun Ming's body tilted and rolled to the side, he opened his mouth in surprise, panting in pain. Yunmeng's slap hit him in the face, and he staggered, half-lying on the bed. He hesitated for a moment and stood beside the bed, this time, his eyes were more evil, his expression wilder.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked at the helpless and desperate Yun Meng, and smiled arrogantly······

The car rushed back to the campus like an offline arrow, and when he saw Yun Zhe crying, the director who hit the door and the onlookers, he didn't want to crash into the door. The door opened, and he swung his fist at Yun Ming, who was tearing Yun Meng's clothes.

Yun Ming was taken away, and the world was quiet.

A withered leaf fluttered and landed on the bare windowsill. A lonely little bird hides in the sunlight in the corner, and the sunlight gives it a touch of warmth. It begins to comb its feathers with its small, pointed beak. Yunmeng is like this little bird, she is cowering in her nest to care for her wounds. Her self-esteem had been trampled on, her personality had been insulted, and she felt ashamed and hurt. She didn't want to, she didn't even dare to look up, she didn't dare to look into those affectionate eyes.

Xiao Jian didn't hesitate, he used his hand to hold the hand she was holding on the shoulder. She trembled in horror. Xiao Jian's hand moved over and lifted her chin, and she turned her head timidly.

"Look at me! A voice of great pity and love rushed into her eardrums. She lowered her head and buried her face deeper.

"Look at me, look at this person who cries for you, laughs for you, is lonely for you, is lonely for you, is irritable for you, jealous for you, has been restless for you day and night, and has been lovesick for ten years!" Xiao Jian's voice was hoarse, like crying, he began to parting little by little ten years ago, like reciting an unforgettable resume, and like chanting a heart-wrenching love poem. He wants to use his heart to awaken this dream man for whom he is willing to devote his life.

Yun Meng's eyes were raised, these eyes were as deep as autumn water, and there were emotion, inferiority, fear, attachment, self-esteem, hesitation, and expectation. But Xiao Jian saw it clearly, he saw a fire in the depths of those eyes, a fire that was enough to make the mountains and rivers lose color and move the heavens and the earth. He wanted this fire, this fire that would burn life.

He hugged her and kissed her. She is not allowed to refuse, she is not allowed to resist, and she is not even allowed to think. They felt each other's lips tremble, their hearts beating and the dampness of their eyes rolling slowly with tears rolling on their cheeks.

Time stops, the world disappears, and everything doesn't matter anymore.

Yun Zhe stood in the doorway, he was overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. But he knew that his sister didn't need his help now. He scratched his hair and walked away in amusement.

Suddenly, he saw a girl running quickly towards the school gate. Running out onto the road, the back looked so sad and helpless in the cold wind. The wind swept up the fallen leaves and drifted towards the gray sky, and the wind leaves were full of misty eyes.

Is this the kind of love that people say, write, and praise? Bitter with astringency, astringent with sweetness, sweet with a bit of constant resentment. What a feeling it is!