We, no longer have a relationship.

In the future, don't appear in front of my eyes again.

What a ruthless two sentences.

Countless echoes in my ears.

Lu Yiyu lay in the snow as if he had lost his soul, staring at the snowflakes floating in the night sky, his eyes did not blink, and fell on the eyeballs, and the ice seemed to be pricked by needles.

Shi Tingbai had turned away, with a determination that he would never see him again.

It completely cut off everything they had been doing all these days.

The sticky feeling beneath him became clearer and clearer, and he blinked slowly, the snowflakes on his eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

A suppressed roar spilled out of his throat.

The bleak night is polished.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Over and over again.

Echoing in the open space, the person who should have heard it was gone, never looking back.

"I'm sorry." He choked in his throat.

I'm sorry to have grown you up in this way, the world is terrible.

He's the same, but, baby, some things can't be avoided for a lifetime and can really be treated as non-existent.

Everyone comes to this world with his specific responsibilities and reasons, he hopes that he can still grow savage in the face of wind and frost, and he should not be stuck to this.

I'm sorry, but the journey he accompanied him only brought him infinite wind and rain.

I don't know how long it took.

Lu Yiyu got up from the snow, almost fell back several times, and when he got up, on the snow where he was just lying, there was a pool of blood, almost dissolving the ice and snow, red and dazzling.

But he turned a blind eye.

Standing up with his body propped up, he staggered a few steps in the direction the boy had just left, raised his hand, and two seconds later.

He fell to the ground.

Snow on Chinese New Year's Eve.

It's not stopped yet.

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The matter of the poet made the major families in the entire capital follow the rumors, causing a lot of social sensation.

Poets are different from normal wealthy families.

The impact of that kind of identity is always huge.

It is inevitable that some famous families will have some interests involved, and at this time, no one will wade into troubled waters, for fear of harming the pond fish.

The 10th day of the Lunar New Year.

The streets are buzzing with activity again.

The streets are lit up with red lanterns, which are very festive, and it is the time of day to visit relatives and friends, and the traffic is slightly congested.

Jiang Ruan rode a motorcycle through various crevices in the street, and the air was filled with the smell of firecrackers.

Soon.

She parked her car on the hospital's parking pad.

Looking up, I didn't expect that Lu Yiyu was hospitalized as soon as he came back, and he had another operation, saying that he was found at the airport and was already very weak when he was sent to the hospital.

That life was almost not saved.

Fortunately, it was found in time, otherwise, what I would have seen now would only be a dead body.

She didn't quite understand how something like that could happen all of a sudden.

Went upstairs.

came to the relatively quiet VIP floor, where the hospitalized people are either rich or expensive, and will not be disturbed by the outside world.

Jiang Ruan came to the ward.

The man is already awake.

Leaning on the bed and looking at my phone.

After hearing the movement, he looked up, and his handsome face was much darker, his eye sockets were slightly deep, his pupils were glowing with sickly color, and his lips were white, obviously showing excessive blood loss.

"You're stubborn."

Jiang Ruan walked over, his eyebrows faint.

Lu Yiyu snorted, his voice a little weak: "If I don't get TBI out, where will I be willing to die." ”

This is not just Jiang Ruan's obsession.

It's also his.