Chapter 289: Guilty and longing to be forgiven

Chasing from the fourth floor to the first floor, Song Yao had already walked out of the gate of the mall, and Chen Yue was still five or six steps away from the ground on the first floor.

She was in a hurry, and stepped two stairs with one foot, but before this foot could be steady, the other foot was quickly lifted up.

One center of gravity was unstable, and with a thud, the whole person fell down the stairs.

She was shocked, her internal organs were uncomfortable, and for a moment she seemed to be pressed by a big truck, frowning, clearly opening her mouth but not making a sound, as if she couldn't breathe.

After a pause for half a minute, she finally slowly eased up, and without waiting for her to check what was wrong with her body, she immediately stood up and hurriedly ran out of the mall.

At this time, she couldn't help but secretly rejoice in her heart: she reacted so quickly just now, and immediately blocked her forehead with her hand to protect her head and face.

And at this time, even if she thought so, she didn't care how many people there were in the mall, watching her pounce on in embarrassment, and she didn't care if they would laugh at her for not being able to do enough to chase a handsome guy with legs one meter long.

Because she seemed to be just instinctively running out of the mall, instinctively chasing Song Yao.

Her instincts told her that if she didn't catch up, something would happen tonight.

And she was born afraid of her instincts.

She couldn't catch up, it was her instinct, but she didn't want to admit it.

Even if she stood at the intersection of the traffic light, looked around, and couldn't find Song Yao's shadow anymore, she didn't want to admit it.

She deceived herself and told herself that Song Yao was not far from her, but it was just because there were too many people in the dark and she couldn't see it.

Perhaps, Song Yao is hiding where now, waiting for her...... When she cries, maybe she will come out.

Thinking like this, her eyes suddenly blurred, but at the moment when the tears fell, she knew better than anyone that Song Yao was far away, and she couldn't catch up.

When the green light finally arrived, she wept as she walked across the street in the crowd.

Chen Yue, you're so bad.

You know that Song Yao is unhappy, why can't you accommodate him, it's just a hand warmer, what's wrong with accepting it?!

Didn't you say you wanted to warm him?

Didn't you say you were going to save him?

It's just a hot water bottle, how can you do that?

Song Yao is sick, are you sick too?

I beg you, don't moan without illness anymore~ Moan, okay?

You are not sick, you are a normal person, you are a normal person with a sunny and happy heart, you are a little sun, you are the sun that wants to warm him!

couldn't catch up, because Song Yao had no intention of waiting for her.

Song Yao walked briskly in the direction of the school and in the direction of renting a house.

I didn't take a taxi or ride a bicycle, I just faced the cold wind and walked forward on foot.

It's about 20 minutes away from the school, and it's about the same as renting a house.

The cold wind that had never been broken woke him up, waking him up with anger, but he was still unwilling to stop and wait for Chen Yue.

Because, while the cold wind blew away his anger, it also made him understand that he was indeed not worthy of a person like Chen Yue, who was as warm and dazzling as the sun.

What exactly did Chen Yue want him? Was it because he had been so good to her before, immersing her in it and obsessing it?

Right.

But he couldn't do that anymore.

Because those good ones are just pretended by him, and he can't pretend for a lifetime, he's too tired.

He hoped that Chen Yue could tolerate him, warm him, and tell him that he was a good boyfriend, a good friend, a good classmate, a good boy, and a good person......

However, he felt unworthy, that he was a sinner, but he still longed for forgiveness.

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