"Am I a liar?" I asked him.

It seems to be asking yourself as well.

How the hell did I say goodbye to Angel on that rainy day where I had been pretending nothing had happened?

…… I don't remember anymore.

If a lie can be repeated a thousand times without being debunked, the truth will only be eclipsed.

"Yes." Angel gritted her teeth and pinched the back of my shoulder, which had not yet taken off the scar, and said word by word, "You are a liar." You're still a thief. You...... You're too bad. ”

"Okay......" I looked at his serious expression, only to feel the blood flowing backwards all over my body, and my limbs were weak, "I am a liar, a thief, and a bad person...... Hmmm......"

On the lips is a long-lost, soft and cold touch.

Crazy, predatory kisses.

I hesitated and nudged him twice.

It's not so much about resistance as it's about temptation.

How could I be willing to push him away?

Angel opened her eyes, cold and blank.

He calmly stepped back, "You hate me anymore?" ”

"Nope."

But...... You've broken my heart.

"Let's change it back, don't sit with Ding Hengbin." Angel took a deep breath, "Don't you still want to go to X University?" I can't talk in class, I won't disturb you in class. ”

I honestly replied to him, "No." If you sit next to me, I can't concentrate on the lecture. ”

"Don't make excuses, weren't you always attentive before?"

“…… That was before. ”

"Don't you want to be separated from him so much?" Angel frowned.

I hate the tone of his questioning.

Do I have to confess out loud that I like him, even after so many days of separation—a month is longer than years for me—and I still like him?

Crazy like that - every day as long as he blinked, his mind was full of him, and every breath was poked by his so-called new life, and his lungs were pierced.

The kind of love that can't be given up no matter what.

Do I have to lay down my only dignity in front of him and tell him how much I can't live without him?

Interesting?

The first to say that it is Anqi who wants to separate.

After separation, it was Anqi who wanted me to expose my attachment and dependence on him.

Mother's ex-boyfriends always treat their mother like this - the first to leave, but they have to look back to find a sense of existence.

I can't understand it, it's more bored.

I'm bored.

"It has nothing to do with you." I tried my best to keep my voice from shaking.

Really. Originally, I still had a glimmer of hope.

What a foolish hope.

"Unrelated?" Angel lowered her head and rubbed one foot back and forth on the ground nonchalantly, "yes, we don't have a relationship anymore." What am I doing......"

Well. It doesn't matter anymore.

"Let's go back." I opened the floor-to-ceiling windows wider, "Let's get out through the main entrance." Would you like to have something to drink? ”

Angel went to the bathroom stall, and I found the knife that I had been obsessed with every night these days.

I always use it to remove scars from the back of my shoulder.

Watch the scars peel off, and see the pus and blood dripping.

A pleasure more addictive than cigarettes.

I also fell in love with self-deluded autosuggestion: as long as the scar never heals, the connection between me and him will never be broken.

Angel had showered, was dressed in my clothes, and was dripping from the ends of her hair.

"It's been a month exam," Angel had a lazy smile on her face, which shook my heartbeat, "Let's chat, and go outside for a walk." ”

I carefully considered his proposal.

Quite an enticing offer. But I refused.

Because I can only refuse.

"Angel, answer me a question too." I looked away from him weakly.

"Good. You ask. ”

--------

If you say that you will be completely separated, you can't break the thread.

Tear down the CP or something, really happy \/ evil laugh.

Well, in the end, "Skull Moon" is really not abusive.

Because it's a kind old man, well, that's right.

By the way, I want to open a new pit with monks as the protagonist in the near future.

In fact, I wanted to write about this subject for a long time, but I didn't dare to write it because of the lack of writing.

As a result, I was stimulated, and when my head was hot, I promised someone to pick up a pen.

At first, I still wanted to continue the undisciplined route.

But it had a flash of inspiration and decided to test the waters.

The main CP demon (demon word X evil life) will be a little more abused than participating in business, and much more abused than Ankang.

I've changed the first draft three times since last week...... I'll send out the book when I'm satisfied.

The new pit is written under the pseudonym "Broken No Return". This fine account will not be used again when "Skull Moon" ends.