The injuries on his body that were bumped out no longer felt pain, and the whole person had fallen into an unconscious numbness

Lying on the cold floor, his eyes laboriously half-open, the chandelier above his head shook dazzlingly, and a rao face slowly appeared on the flower board.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to see if the person on it was real. The girl smiled so beautifully, as bright as the sun, and her round eyes were as smart as a deer.

He looked at it and stretched out his hand unconsciously, wanting to touch her, and there was a light smile on the corner of his mouth that had been bitter for many days.

He called out his name softly: "Ling Ling ......"

The voice was soft, as if it came from a distant void, but the smiling man never responded to him, and he knew it was a hallucination.

Curled up unbearably, trembling slightly, and kept muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

He didn't know how much time he had experienced, and every time he saw her in the void, his heartache couldn't stop, and he would never be able to reach it.

His phone occasionally turned on because he wanted to see if she would send a message back to him, and as long as he sent a message, he could get a new life, but no, there was no Sakura

The limp girl, the girl who was always behind her, really didn't appear in front of him anymore.

I don't know how long he lay on the ground, but he actually fell asleep in such a position.

It's been like this for half a month, I fall asleep wherever I'm sleepy, maybe on the sofa in the living room, on the floor, but on the stairs, in the bedroom, in the bathroom...... He has turned his life into a casual, a cage that will never be redeemed.

In the early morning, when the warm sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the person lying on the floor moved, slowly lifted his eyelids, and looked at the rising sun outside the window, and he survived again.

I got up, staggered to the water dispenser among the wine bottles all over the floor, picked up a random cup and took a glass of water, and drank it with a grunt.

He was used to the headache after a hangover, and his whole stomach was burning, but he didn't care, fell on the sofa, picked up his phone, turned it on, and opened the photo album.

There are a few photos of Xie Jinling in it, all of them are group photos, her eyes are always looking at herself, the love in her eyes is obvious, even through the screen, you can feel the girl's wholehearted love and love.

He looked at the photos and giggled, laughed and laughed and burst into tears, clasped his phone to his heart, and engraved her in his heart.

After a while, the phone rang again, it was his parents' phone, and he hung up directly this time.

Xie Jinsong Villa.

Tong's parents had no choice but to come to Xie Jinsong, hoping that he could contact Tong Yuyang in person.

In their group of children who grew up together, Xie Jinsong seems to be an authoritative existence, an existence that they can't refuse, as long as he can make a phone call, it will definitely be much more useful than them, and Tong Yuyang has a greater chance of answering the phone.

Xu Sangtian's face was not very good, but he still sat obediently beside Xie Jinsong, drinking the flower tea he made for himself.

It's not that she's rude, it's that she really can't be angry with Tong Yuyang's behavior. But compared with her attitude towards Tong Yuyang, she is always much more restrained in front of her parents.

"Aunt Tong, Uncle Tong, the harm that Tong Yuyang brought to Ling Ling is beyond your imagination, and what he is accepting now is just the pain that Ling Ling experienced at the beginning." She said in a calm tone, "Uncle and aunt, Ling Ling was raised by you, I know how much you love her, but Tong Yuyang is not worthy of her." ”