Seeing that there was no sound, she knew that everything was still a foregone conclusion, and she was terrified in her heart, and she was reluctant to give up, so she sobbed in a low voice. The road that we used to walk hand in hand, after all, is still going to be strange from now on.

He watched her slowly touch the door and walk out slowly, people were strong, their hearts were pretending, tears, surrendering. pretended not to be sad, but silently watched the sad back go away step by step, and even the air was still, as if it would burst with a bullet, just like his heart that wanted to cry out loud at any time. The paleness and paleness of life made him powerless to protect her anymore, he could only brutally push her away, even if it was sad and painful to the bone, he still had to do it.

She couldn't see his tears flowing into a river, the big tears that flowed, I was afraid that from now on, the tears would water the acacia grass growing in her heart, and she would be damp in her heart day and night. He didn't know, could he still have a future? The future is too confusing. Does the acacia grass bloom? Will they ever see each other again?

The fingernails were on the edge of the bed, digging deep into the wooden plank, oozing tiny beads of blood.

From inside the house to outside the house, just a few meters away, she walked so long and difficult. Accidentally tripped at the threshold, he was shocked into a cold sweat, his good intentions, leaving him, in the end, is it a blessing or a curse? He didn't know, he only knew that without himself, at least she could save a life, even if she survived, she was still alive.

She froze in place, could no longer hear his words of concern, her heart fell to the ground, she slowly got up, raised her feet, shed tears, and walked out strongly.

The wooden door creaked, and the wind lifted the wooden door and slammed it shut behind her.

Her head unconsciously twisted into the room. There was not a sound in my ears except the sound of the wind.

It was black in front of her, like the desolation and darkness of her heart, and it was cold.

She knows that from now on, she will be like a dandelion, with no home, always swaying with the wind, letting the wind blow, without purpose, and not knowing where to fall? Every time I stay, I have to be alone from now on, and I have to be depressed and ethereal, my life is full of vicissitudes, my heart is full of tears, my soul is drifting, and in the future, I am full of gloom and sadness.

He looked at the figure that was missing in front of the wooden door, covered the quilt, stuffed it into his mouth fiercely, and finally cried silently.

Let her go, forget her, and she will not have to endure it anymore, she will not have to suffer anymore. Let her go, she won't be afraid of his hatred, let her go, let her forget, let her at least live from now on.

Every time he decided, he was bruised by the battle.

"Feng'er, forgive my husband for being so ruthless, I have no choice, I must do this, I only have to be ruthless, you can only leave me. If you are around, your husband can only drag you down, and if your husband can't give you good, how can you bear to be tired of you. Feng'er, when you leave, my husband only hopes that you will have a good life, but you can't see it, how should you live? My husband doesn't know whether it's right or wrong to do this, but if I forcibly keep you by my side, I will hurt you after all, Qiu Zhengran, that bully will definitely not let me go, he will definitely come to me again, I don't want you to be hurt. But now I can't protect you anymore, I can't be selfish, I can only drive you away ruthlessly, Feng'er, if there is no possibility of seeing each other again in this life, let my husband go to you again in the next life, and make up for my lack of you. For the husband, I'm sorry for ........ ”

Wei Ruoxiao looked outside the door and burst into tears.