Si Fang had long been accustomed to his duplicity, so he pulled the coat on his body and replied in a low voice, "I know." ”

Time passed slowly, and there was no more word between the two of them, just quiet, silent.

Si Fang stood up suddenly, no shoes on, and walked barefoot to the edge of the reef, her white feet standing on a little mud and sand, but she didn't care about this, and still walked over to that side by herself.

Against the light, facing the sea breeze, there is an indescribable tragedy.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he hurriedly stood up, and without saying anything, rushed directly in front of her, blocking her next path.

The two faced each other, Jiang Yihuai clearly saw her empty eyes, there was no emotion, even sadness was nowhere to be found, but it was even more desperate.

If it was sad, he might be able to do anything to make her happy.

But when a person completely loses any emotional cognition of life and no longer expects what will happen in the next second, it is a kind of despair that comes from the bottom of the heart and spreads to the whole body.

There is no cure.

At this time, "depression" is no longer simply three Chinese characters with meaning, but a person standing in front of him alive, a person with the idea of imminent death.

Even though he was now in front of her, Si Fang was still expressionless, but his body moved slightly to the left, ready to bypass him and continue forward.

The moment he passed by, he grabbed her hand hard.

The strength was so great that her feet were almost unsteady.

"Jiang Yihuai, you let me go." She looked out at the sea, and her voice was cold like never before.

This kind of bone-chilling chill is not daunting, but distressing.

He tilted his head to look at her side face, and his voice trembled slightly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Instead of answering his question, she asked, "How deep is the water?" ”

"Is the water at the bottom of the ocean also blue?"

"How long does it take for a person to suffocate?"

Si Fang's expression was as usual, and his tone was slow, as if he was talking about family life, but the questions he threw were more and more dying.

Hearing her words, Jiang Yihuai's heart shook fiercely, and his hand tightened a little.

He couldn't understand why she was suddenly like this, how she had the idea of death.

But for a depressed person, a very small emotional point is also the reason for their total collapse, and a split-second decision is often reckless.

"Si Fang, you look at me." He tugged her hand that way, forcing her to look at him.

Looking at each other, Si Wei realized that his actions might have frightened the people around him, and his sobriety and sanity gradually returned to his brain.

She tilted her head, lowered her eyes, and said lightly: "You didn't hear what you said just now, I'm a little tired, and I want to go back to the room first." ”

She was resolute in her intention to leave, but Jiang Yihuai still had no intention of letting go.

Si Fang's body couldn't move, she looked up at him a little overwhelmed, and before she could say anything, she fell into a warm embrace.

"You scared me." Jiang Yihuai, a tall man of 1.93 meters, was buried in her shoulder, his voice was muffled, and he couldn't hear what the tone was.

Si Fang patted him on the back helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, I scared you." ”

didn't expect this sentence to make his reaction even more intense, the hands holding her waist tightened a little more, and he roared: "What do you have to be sorry for?" ”

At this moment, Jiang Yihuai is alive like an unreasonable child, very naïve.

Si Fang had no choice but to continue following his words.

In my ears was the girl's faint voice, and I could smell her sweet aroma as soon as I breathed.

It's nice to have a sense of realism that you can see and touch.