Before time rewinded, she was still the innocent and shy girl who didn't know anything about the world, immersed in the beautiful dreams he weaved.

It is mottled by ugly colors.

He loved her clean and bright eyes, pure and without a trace of impurities, the tails of the eyes were raised, the eyebrows were crooked, and a smile was enough to start.

She loves everything she holds dear so much.

He only wanted to be alone in his pure eyes.

"Fan."

The girl would always bite that word seriously, melt his edges and corners with the gentlest tone in the world, and step into his filth.

He began to feel rejoicing.

There is no way to control the desire to possess everything she has.

He sowed a wedge between her and all her friends, made her fall out with her family, had bad friends with her teachers, quarreled with her classmates, ruined everything in her world except him, and forced her to do all the things she hated.

She began to become broken and dependent.

But he began to get bored.

Abandoned by his loved ones, he came into this world like a complete mistake. The parents are divorced, perfunctory and sloppy exercising their supposed parenting rights, but the eyes of the same blood are full of disgust.

He's like a burden.

They are a stumbling block to a better future.

He looked at the man in front of him, thin and sickly, and the pure eyes of his joy gradually dimmed, and she became ugly.

Ugly and filthy like him.

She clung to the last straw like a drowning man, her eyes frantic and stubborn, like a lonely trapped beast.

There is no room for return.

She became humble and embarrassed, like a toy in his spare time, living on the love of wagging her tail and begging for mercy.

"You have to be strong."

"I'm so strong, without me...... can also live a wanton and cheerful life. ”

Perhaps it is the last shred of mercy that rises from the remnants of reason.

In his rage, he let go of the hand that pinched her chin and looked at her with an uncertain expression.

At the age of his innocence, he also had a dirty affair with another girl, his first love.

She ruined his innocence, and he ruined her future.

- Everyone,

- Everyone will eventually betray you and leave you

He chuckled and lowered his head to kiss the soft blood-stained lips, his voice low and soft, as if to speak the gentle whisper.

"Ah Ning, don't become like me."

The withered body in his arms trembled, as if surprised, as if fearful.

When the last shred of humanity was gone, he turned and pushed her into the abyss.

That night, the stars and the moon sank, and everything was silent.

He helped the boy who had climbed over the wall to buy drunk and stopped in front of her single dormitory, listened to the delirious whispers of the person next to him, watched him stumble through the door with an indifferent expression, and then left softly.

It didn't take long for the teacher to find the drunk boy on the bed pressing her thin, and her body was covered with red marks.

After the incident, the boy was expelled from school, and the matter was also spread in the school.

He looked at her, who was almost dying of rumors, and described her as withered, sickly white skin covered with bloody fingernails, blood-red eyes, and deep-set eyes.

It's like an evil ghost.

He knew that the boy had coveted her for a long time.

He also knows that what she cares about most is the opinion of others, her biggest weakness.

He perfected them and made them fall into the abyss together.

Eventually, she developed severe depression.

He also succeeded in ruining her.

Hiss.

The sharp stinging pain from the end of his fingers made Ji Youfan wake up suddenly, and the cigarette butt in his hand burned out at some point, burning a red mark on his skin.

It's like a grand closing ceremony.

The moment the light was annihilated, it had come to an end.

After graduating, they went their separate ways, she went to college to pursue her dreams, and he went out to earn a living in order to get away from his family.

The distance of thousands of miles finally made her gradually lose control.

On the phone every week, no matter how angry he roared and spoke badly, she always responded gently and considerately, not coquettishly, nor crying, and all emotions and tempers seemed to gradually leave her.

After grinding off the last shred of love, she became a better person.

In the summer of the second semester of freshmanship, even when he stood in front of her again after thousands of miles, she had already changed.

Faded away from the previous decadence, she became so dazzling.

The lazy peach blossom eyes looked at him quietly, distant, unfamiliar, as if looking at an inconsequential old man.

[Let's break up.] ］

[Okay.] ］

Her eyes hung down in immobility, her pale brown curls mottled in the swaying light and shadow under the trees, and she nodded, but as if relieved.

[As you wish.] ］

He looked at her unrelenting back, his fists clenched, and his heart seemed to be shattered.

He didn't catch up.

She was no longer the girl who humbly washed her face with tears, nor would she show the love he expected by torturing herself over and over again.

She is no longer at his mercy and no longer at his mercy.

She became strong enough.

It's just that I don't love him anymore.

- I'm sorry, but maybe the salvation you're looking for isn't mine.

— but we're at this point, and we don't owe each other.

In the car home, he received one last message from her, a piercing red exclamation mark that seemed to indicate a cruel reality with some kind of malice.

He smiled wryly.

A year can change a lot.

I may still love you, but I don't like you anymore.

I can't control the haunting of you, it's just that with everything about you, I can't look forward to anything more.

No longer looking forward to being your significant other, and no longer expecting to have the rest of your life in mind.

Although I miss you sometimes.

But no, you have to.

"Ah Ning."

"Will you forgive me?"

Ji Youfan leaned on the guardrail of the overpass, hiding the surging emotions in his eyes, his fingers were released, and the cold cigarette butt flew down the wind.

Drowning in 9-to-5 traffic, there is no trace.

"You should ...... Early. ”

"Meet me sooner."

"Maybe everything will be different."