The rain intensified.

Like an ice blade, it scratches raw on the skin and enters the eyeballs, making people feel the urge to cry.

Fu Chi's throat choked, his heart and lungs, and every breath involved a bone-chilling pain.

The girl was laughing.

But there was no light in her eyes, the only pure land she carefully protected was mutilated and destroyed by others, and her last bit of tenderness was extinguished.

He slowly raised his hand, wiped the blood from the girl's cheeks along the rain, and then took her into his arms, so tightly that all the blood on her body was stained on his white shirt.

In some extreme way, the souls are all connected.

He tucked her messy hair behind her ears and lowered his head to kiss her eyelids.

The rain was cold.

Winter is coming completely.

"Good boy, am I not like you?"

The man said very gently, his white shirt was stained with blood, and with her, silently abandoned together, and with her, he fell into the abyss without hesitation.

Jiang Ruan Sheng endured his emotions for a few days.

At the moment when the man's words fell, a crack opened.

The wider it gets.

"You said, Hell Yellow Spring, let's go together, Ruan Ruan, I'm here, it's your home, you still have me, don't give up on yourself, don't give up on me, Ruan Ruan, you look at me."

The man's deep voice echoed in his ears, completely isolating the sound of rain.

Delicate and warm her frozen heart.

Jiang Ruan raised his eyes and stared at him.

He kept his eyes on her, as attentive as ever, so deeply in love.

Not the slightest impurity.

He did, no matter what she looked like, he was in love.

The emotions that had been held back for a long time completely exploded, her eyes quickly reddened, tears slipped down her eyes with the rain, and she could no longer hold back the overwhelming sadness.

From the accident of Yuan Xiuqin and Jiang Yucheng, sent to the operating room, announced death, and dealing with the aftermath, she has not shed a single tear for so many days, and everyone who looks at it feels extremely cold-blooded, and it seems that she is not painful about the death of her parents.

For so many days, she strangled herself in that dark place of despair.

It was the first time she shed tears.

Tightly grasping the fabric on Fu Chi's chest, he cried loudly.

Echoing in the rainy night.

Weakness and sadness almost crushed her.

From the moment she entered that purgatory, she completely understood that it was useless to shed tears, and after crying once, she understood the cruelty of the world, so from that time on, she never shed a single tear.

This has been for so many years.

For the first time, she felt the feeling of powerlessness, grievance, despair, and inability to rest.

"It's me who I'm sorry for them, it's my fault, it's my ......"

Her voice grew hoarse, her back trembling, and her heart was rampant as the rain drowned it.

From the beginning, she should have listened to Lu Yiyu's words, she should stay away from them, she should not be greedy, and she should not have some luck.

Fu Chi hugged her tightly and let her vent herself.

That's what those people owe her.

Obviously, his little friend did nothing wrong.

But the body destroyed by this world is incomplete,

He stared at the indissolvable darkness in front of him, touched the back of her head, felt her pain deeply, pressed her tightly in his arms, and choked up in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't help you carry the wind and waves." ”

Sorry, he didn't take care of her.

There will always be some things in life, what you remember, and how you remember it, and growing up always comes with pain.

There is no way to avoid it.

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