Luo Nanchu was silent for a long time.

Finally, he whispered: "Okay, I'll tell you......"

These pasts should have been told to her by the person closest to her.

But that man is no longer there.

The truth that Downing wants to seek may only be told to her by her.

But Luo Nanchu didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Tang Tian the suffering she had endured to her only remaining relative in the world.

She sighed softly.

*

An hour later, Fu Tingyuan opened the door to the ward.

In the dim light and shadow, Luo Nanchu sat on the bed alone with his legs crossed.

She was in a daze, her face was a little confused, and when she heard the sound of him opening the door and coming in, she raised her head in surprise as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Half an hour ago, Downing left quietly.

After listening to Tang Tian's story, she was calmer than Luo Nan had imagined.

A person's life is only like this, just half an hour.

Those pains, love and hate, madness, only the person concerned knows.

What comes out of someone else's mouth is never just a thin aftertaste.

She didn't comfort Downing.

What is the use of comfort?

What's more, in the stories of those men, as the only favorite woman, if this story is told from Tang Ning's point of view, Tang Tian is just a simple supporting role.

The heroine is missing, and the man who loves her is looking for her, and he meets a woman who looks similar to the heroine and uses it as a stand-in.

Later, the heroine returned, and the value of the stand-in ended.

If the story ends here, maybe the end of that stand-in won't be so tragic.

But why did those people take so much of her after they took advantage of her?

It seems that after falling in love with someone, you are born indebted to them, and all of a sudden you are lowly, and you don't even have dignity.

……

Fu Tingyuan walked over with a light expression, stretched out his hand and took Luo Nanchu, who was sitting there alone with his legs in his arms, into his arms.

He pinched her chin and lowered his eyes to study her expression, Luo Nanchu looked at his deep eyes, and hooked the corners of his lips weakly, "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

"Let's see if you're crying behind my back again." Fu Tingyuan let go of his hand, as if to confirm that she was fine, and his tone became lazy, "Told her everything about Tang Tian?" ”

"That's it. So far, there is nothing to hide. "All the people are dead. Hurt her, hurt by it. They all died in that explosion. It seems that everything ends in death, and it can be skipped. But Luo Nanchu still felt unwilling.

If Xiao Fengting and Gong Heng are innocent of death, what did Tang Tian do wrong, why did she die.

Unwilling.

But this unwillingness is so powerless.

This is already Tang Tian's story, as her friend, she has never saved her from beginning to end.

After Luo Nanchu finished speaking, she only felt a helpless throbbing pain in the depths of her heart, and she curled up into Fu Tingyuan's warm arms to absorb the heat from his body.

If only it were really just a story.

But even if it's a story, she still feels so cold.

Poor man whom Heaven has never been kind to.

Are there some people who are born to suffer?

That's too pitiful.

*

On the seventh day, Luo Nanchu's eyesight had almost begun to recover.