After a short rest, I felt that my strength had recovered. I tried my best to leave as soon as possible, repair the car as soon as possible, and go home as soon as possible, but when I got up, Venus splashed in front of me, so I had to sit back in place.

"Damn it......" buried her head in her lap, Xia Lian complained about her incompetence, as if punishing, she slammed it to the top of her head, but it aggravated the dullness of her brain even more. In order to alleviate the symptoms, she raised her arms and wanted to abuse them again, but she felt that her hands were involuntarily gently clenched.

In a trance, she raised her head, but saw the familiar figure from yesterday crouching in front of her.

However, the reality in front of her was only regarded as an illusion: the phrase "...... to die" was extremely disgusting. I was disgusted that I wanted to find a straw to grab, and Qin Yuhuai, who was squatting on the ground that day to help pick up the ball, would appear in front of me.

However, why is it Qin Yuhuai, who only has a few faces, instead of the stall uncle or the eldest sister who sets up a stall together? Is it because they don't think they're capable?

It turns out that the inferior nature that melts into the blood and bones, whether it is admitted or not, whether intentionally or unintentionally, always lingers, ten years ago, and ten years later, the temperament has not changed.

"How can you do this to yourself without my permission?"

"Without my permission......" The voice in her ear, though ethereal, easily brought her back to every darkness of ten years ago.

"You are not allowed to ...... without my permission," the original words of Yin Tian should be so and so true—"Without my permission, you are not allowed to tell anyone the fact that we are married; Don't contact me without my permission; Don't approach me easily without my permission; Don't spy on who I'm really in love with without my permission......"

"It's not ......me anyway," she smiled, almost mocking, not wanting to be trapped in her memories anymore, but unable to escape, so she had to fall heavily on the trunk behind her for some peace.

"Girl!" Caught off guard, he didn't have time to pull, and he watched her throw herself out, along with his heart, so painful.

And she, with her eyes closed, ignored and didn't want to pay attention, between truth and illusion, it was a sin anyway - in the past, now, she didn't want to face it.

"I'm sorry......" looked forward to it, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but glisten with tears. Even more uncontrollably, he brought the cold and slightly rough hand to his lips, and printed an indescribable kiss, mixing all his emotions.

He felt sorry for Xia Lian's cruelty to himself, and even blamed himself for being negligent just now. If you can't let her in your own hands, why can't you have an insight earlier and take the first step behind her - just like ten years ago, I self-righteously let her go, but I don't know that she was left alone in life, struggling.

"Well......" Carried away, she only whispered softly, like a dream, dreaming that Yin Tian was holding her hand, and she had never been gentle. Wen Cun, who couldn't be found before, became a mirage in this dream, and worriedly, she opened her eyes suddenly, but in front of her was Qin Yuhuai's face.

Shaking her head desperately, she admired her hallucinations, the people who have appeared are always either rich or expensive, but the place on the back of her hand is still warm, as if she still has the temperature in her dream, and her lips are attached to it, and only by carving her own tooth marks fiercely can she break off all the past-covetous, desired, painful and unforgettable......

She hated herself so much that she gritted her teeth, and she never noticed that someone had covered her hand and accepted it on her behalf.

He didn't say a word, even if it hurt to the bone, he could only quietly disappear, just as a punishment for himself - once, he wanted to forget her so much, and he was afraid of forgetting her, but after all, he still missed her, and missed the girl who was clear in his heart before, almost exquisite, but now he is covered with thick dust by the years, and the world is a piece of soot. And he, powerless, even if he was so close, couldn't blow away a grain of her dust.

"Thankfully......," she said, muttering to herself. It doesn't hurt or itch, fortunately, it's just like a dream, and your dirtiness won't be discovered, but the tooth marks that you have seen with your eyes are blood-red, and the places where your fingers have been probed can't be more real. She was confused, staring at the person in front of her suspiciously.

"Thankfully...... we met again," he said, not knowing what excuse to make for this encounter.

"Mr. Qin?" In a panic, she finally came to her senses. I'd rather the person in front of me just be a grotesque illusion of my own helplessness for a while, or a delusional delusion. However, the eye-catching tooth marks on his hand can't be relied on.

"I'm ......" he is, all from now on, until the end of the years, to accompany her to watch the rising sun in the sky, and watch the tenderness of the afterglow of the sunset. Ten fingers held her tightly, never letting go for a moment, letting go of all her sorrows in her heart, and giving her all the accumulated affection.

"I ......" annoyed, she didn't know what to do, how to make amends, in order to make up for her mistakes.

"Really a ruthless fellow......" he smiled, trying to ease her embarrassment. In the past, how cruel she was to her, she was cruel to herself. He really knew it.

"It's all my fault, it's damn ......"

"Don't talk about yourself!" Hurriedly reached out to cover her lips, he was obviously a little nervous: "Otherwise, those who love you will be sad to hear it!" "The person who loves her, no matter who there is, has him all the time, but unfortunately she can't hear the slightest sound.

"Do you still believe this?" Brushing away his burning palm, she asked. Although he was weak, he couldn't help but laugh, and his demeanor was completely devoid of his former domineering.

"Funny, right?" He smiled wryly. When did he start believing in some falsehoods, he forgot, if he had to go back to it, it should be after meeting her. Since then, he has become a mediocre and self-disturbing, calculating, caring about love and not loving, caring about loving more and loving less. But in the end, in this solo battle, he lost and lost.

"My parents are both in their hometown, and my son happens to be not around, so I can't hear it!" She was relieved.

"And then? No one anymore? He asked.

"My man?" He looked at him without thinking, and then sneered, "He doesn't love me." Since she is considered an old man, since she is embarrassed, she simply satisfies his curiosity.

"Perhaps, there is something you don't know ......," he said.

Yes, she doesn't know, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know if he tries his best or he can't love, she doesn't know that he still can't change his original intention after time flies;

She didn't know, she didn't know anything, she didn't know his thoughts, she didn't know his regrets, she regretted that she had seen the frost stain the years, and she was never able to make the past look new - even if the sun and the moon passed by and the trauma became scars, her world did not survive after all, hovering outside her stormy time.

"Me?" Life has reached the bottom, and there is still something unpredictable.

"You never believed me!" He laughed at himself.

"No, I don't want anything!" She was stunned, her head rested on her knees, and the sunset on the horizon of the sky was dyed red, as if she had experienced the vicissitudes of life......