Butterfly doesn't know what kind of mood she walked out of that door, once she walked out, there was no turning back, and she couldn't regret it.

She needed the courage to say this, and after saying that, she felt that she should be relaxed, but in fact, she felt more depressed and dull in her heart.

Because she is the one who needs to bear the consequences.

The diving bird has not spoken, or even said nothing, silently watching the butterfly walk out of the room and disappear in front of her eyes, maybe this is the last look in this life, and then she will disappear into her own world forever.

It's ridiculous! It took nearly ten years to get a person's heart, and parting only took ten minutes.

But what can he say? The butterfly just dug out the little selfishness hidden in his heart. Yes, he himself thought this more than once, and even complained: Butterfly and himself are actually the same kind of people, not similar, but exactly the same kind of people.

This has always been a puzzle in his heart: why are they the same kind of people? Why the woman he has always liked is like another side of himself.

He was unwilling, or rather, did not accept his fate.

For so many years, he wanted to change, and the person he wanted to change was not himself, but a butterfly. He wanted to change her into the way he wanted.

So the unspeakable secret of his heart is that he snubbed her again and again, as she complained, abandoned her and ignored her for a long time, because he wanted her to taste loneliness, pain, and he wanted to torture her, force her to plead with herself, to beg him to come back to her, and he was like a victorious general, who could come back to your world with complete pride.

He hopes that his love for butterflies is a kind of charity.

And that's what he has always hoped for. Because, he thinks, from the day he met you, you are no longer a girl, but a woman. You have long passed the age when you need a man to pamper and spoil you, and my love for you, from any point of view, is not a kind of charity?

Although he never said it, he thought like this in his heart, so every time he encountered a discord, he thought that it was not you who first admitted his mistake or took the initiative to show favor first? If I take that step back, you should eagerly catch up with me.

However, the point of their pain is that the butterfly is unwilling to give in, and the butterfly will not take the initiative to beg to love her. Her coldness and disregard plunged him into new pain. He was even angry, resentful, and felt that the butterfly did not love him at all.

He swore that he would never pay attention to her again, and from then on he would be cold to her.

They have been in this state of see-saw for so many years, and the cycle repeats, and at a certain point, he feels that he has to pick up this relationship again, because he can't live without her.

He didn't want to face these real reasons. But today the butterflies spoke it all.

He felt a little lost.

This time he didn't try to keep the butterfly. Because it's no longer needed.

He stared blankly at the door, as if no one had ever been there, he was just hallucinating, dreaming, a cold, hard dream.

The butterfly went back to her room and burrowed into her own bed, the cold bed, and she did not lie down immediately, because she had long since lost her sleep.

She pricked up her ears and kept an eye on the room across the door.

There was silence, a dead silence.

Her heart was even more chaotic.

The diving bird's lack of expression made her even more confused.

Soon, though, the silence broke.

The butterfly heard a rustling sound from the diving bird's room, which lasted for a while, and then heard someone walk out of the room, followed by a "clang" of the door.

As the sound of the door closing, the butterfly's tears slid down the ground.

She buried her head in the quilt and wept silently for a long time, until she felt that her tears had dried up a little, and then she restrained her bitter crying, raised her head, and looked at the dark room in despair.

This night, the butterfly did not sleep, she has been sitting there stupidly, holding the mobile phone in her hand, several times trying to make a call, but several times she put it down again.

She pinched her phone, not just the phone, but the last bit of contact between her and the diving bird, like a single-plank bridge between two mountain cliffs. The only connection between their two worlds.

But none of them want to take that step.

It is better to taste the pain and sadness alone than to do so.

The whole night, the butterfly was sad, she knew that the diving birds would never return, and this time neither of them had any reason to regain this traumatized love.

When the sky was bright, the butterfly got up, she wore a cotton robe, pulled cotton slippers, walked out of the room like a ghost, went to the kitchen, turned on the light, looked at the sky outside, gray and dreary, the footsteps of dawn were still far away. However, the old people who got up early had already lit the lights in the room, and the old couple began to fumble around to prepare breakfast. Their lives are silent and happy.

The butterfly boiled some water and made herself a cup of very strong coffee, very strong and bitter coffee.

Although the stomach is very empty and there is no food at all, it is not suitable for drinking coffee like this. But butterflies can't manage so much. She needed a cup of coffee at the moment, or she would feel like she was going crazy.

While drinking coffee, she kept staring straight at the phone next to her, afraid of missing a call.

She wondered what the diving bird would do that night. Has he returned home? Or are you just as sleepless at night as yourself?

She wanted to know, but didn't have the courage to ask him.

She felt that she was not even qualified to ask him again.

If she takes the initiative to care about him, she will definitely get his revenge ridicule and ridicule: You don't want to have anything to do with me anymore, why do you still pretend to care about me?

The diving bird has always been cynical, and although it is not always very explicit, his eyes and expressions can express it all.

The butterfly knew that she would definitely not be able to stand it.

She suppressed her desire a little bit.

Coffee is bitter, but it's really nothing for a depressed mood.

Soon, the butterfly drank the bitter cup of coffee, and then noticed that the window glass gradually became brighter. The sky is no longer so dark and oppressive, and the footsteps of dawn are not so far away. If you are in an open area as far as the eye can see, you can see the light gradually rising on the horizon.

Before dawn, the butterfly washed her face with cold water.

After the diving bird left the butterfly's house, he got into his car. He sat in his car for a long time, and his ears seemed to be constantly haunting the words that the butterfly had just said, tormenting him over and over again, and the more he tried to make him feel angry, the more angry he felt, and this time she was absolutely unforgivable, because she had hurt his pride.

He started the car suddenly, stepped on the accelerator, and there was a screeching engine sound in the night, and when the car turned off the road and onto the elevated road, he was determined to forget about butterflies again. Because she is a heartless woman at all, she is not worthy of loving her anymore, she is not worth it at all, one thing he has to do is forget her, this is the most correct thing.

The hot thought in his head: forget her, never see each other again-