The terrace is a sea of flowers, warm roses, and fluttering snowflakes like catkins, the lights are warm yellow, and the delicate petals are stained with snowflakes, extremely red and white, like a phantom in a castle.

The girl was on tiptoe, petite, and the whole person was firmly held in the arms of the man.

With her arms around the man's neck, she lifted her face and kissed it.

The man didn't dodge, he stood straight, as if stunned.

There was ambiguity between the atmospheres.

Just like a very ordinary couple, after creating surprises and romances, you and I began to kiss.

On this day, Shen Yue saw that her teenager kissed a girl other than her.

There was no one, and in a corner not far away, stood a pale woman in a white sweater.

The long black hair was loosely draped over the shoulders, the pale and sickly cheeks were messy on both sides, and the lips were very red, erosive and bright, as if they had been bitten and bitten.

She was like a dew drop on the branches and leaves, quietly looking at the two people not far away, her dark and moist eyes were misty, and between her eyebrows was a sense of brokenness that was about to fall.

The gift in his hand also seemed to be very heavy.

He clenched his hand tightly at his side as if he were self-harming, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, causing a dense pain like a pinprick in his face.

This kind of pain is infinitely magnified, but she doesn't realize it now, obviously she was such a person who was afraid of pain before.

She left in a trance, and she didn't know where she went, and her body slid down the cold wall and fell to the ground.

The scene of the two of them kissing repeats in my mind.

After all, she is just a passer-by in Qi Rui's world, scribbled with a name, maybe in a few years, Qi Rui doesn't even think of her as a person.

No one will know anymore that there is a tree under the green bricks and red tiles, and a girl under the tree.

Shen Yue's heart stabbed fiercely, and a scarlet sweetness surged up to her throat, she lowered her head to cover her lips, coughing like her heart was bursting.

When he spread his hand, he saw blood stains on his palm.

The things in front of her became distorted, and even dark spots appeared, she pressed the corners of her forehead tightly, closed her eyes and slowed down, and when she opened her eyes again, it was blurry.

She blinked, and her eyes were still hazy, like a fog.

Just when she was helpless and confused, a man's low, magnetic voice came from her ears.

"Shen Yue?"

She stayed for a while, looking over in ignorance, but she could only vaguely see one outline, and the rest couldn't be seen clearly, and she couldn't even see the man's face clearly.

The man's voice was full of doubt.

"Why are you sitting on the ground?"

He subconsciously wanted to squat down to help the woman up, but remembered the last time the woman resisted, and the outstretched hand paused.

The man with three-dimensional facial features and clear and tough outlines is condescending, with a gentle and polite voice: "Can you get up by yourself?" ”

Shen Yue hid her hands behind her back and stood up against the wall, she tried very hard to hold her expression, but she could still make people see the thin red at the end of her eyes.

It's like secretly smearing a layer of rouge, very beautiful, like a moon-growing flower.

She lowered her eyelashes in a panic: "No, it's okay." ”

Qi Rui was silent for a moment, his dark eyes looked at her fixedly, and after a minute, he spoke, his tone was still soft, but there was a hidden coldness.

"Since it's okay, let's go back to the room and rest, it's late."

After saying this, he raised his steps and wanted to leave.

It seems to be just a coincidence.

Shen Yue pursed her lips slightly, her vision slowly became clear, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and gentle, and a few strands of hair hung down to her forehead, so she raised her snow-white fingers and gently pinned the hair to her ears.

The woman's voice is gentle and very comfortable to listen to.

Turning the gift box in her hand over, she showed a shallow smile, and her eyes were light red.

"It's a gift, and it's not expensive, I hope you don't dislike it."

Qi Rui looked at it, and his brows involuntarily rose, because when he saw the woman's appearance, he even impulsively wanted to pull the woman into his arms.

If he hadn't held his hand down, he might have really lost control.

The man was tall and a little cold around him.

Lowering his eyes slightly, he reached out and took the small and delicate gift box.

Fingertips touch and it's extremely soft.

Qi Rui's nerves were pulled into a string, and they were about to break.

His voice was hoarse, "Thank you." ”

I wanted to say something, but the woman was just to give a gift, and after delivering it, she turned around and left without hesitation.

Not even a word was left.

Qi Rui lowered his eyes and looked at the gift with a cold expression.

——

Hurriedly returned to the room and closed the door, a heart-rending cough, she covered her mouth with her hands, but there was still blood left between her fingers.

Slipping through his fingers, drop by drop fell on the clean white sweater, like blood flowers.

The light in her eyes slowly dimmed.

Some people, just by living, have already exhausted all their strength.

Can it still get better?

——

Qi Rui's room was unexpectedly monotonous, revealing a cold and unique atmosphere everywhere, and all the colors were only black, white and gray, inexplicably revealing a sense of depression.

He had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet and a little messy, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the mist was filled, I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked, and the smoke was thick and thick.

The eyebrows and eyes, which have always been calm and calm, are rarely surrounded by depression and confusion.

Looking at the royal blue gift box on the table, it was not as big as the palm of his hand, and he kept it here since he took it back, without opening it.

His eyes were gloomy, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His fingertips rubbed quietly twice, and he couldn't hold back and opened the gift box.

It's a tie.

Black base with white stripes.

Dull and old-fashioned, especially old-fashioned.

It does feel like the woman picked it out by herself.

The corners of his mouth, which had always been tense, were slightly curved, and even the man himself didn't notice it.

He touched his fingers several times, and he couldn't put it down.

After an hour of back and forth, he closed the gift box.

His gaze flickered but froze, landing on his own palm, his pupils constricting slightly.

On the originally clean palm were small patches of bright red blood, perhaps just glued on, and the color was still very light.

Qi Rui thought to herself, did the woman accidentally bump into something? Her skin was so thin and so fragile that she couldn't stop bleeding as long as it stopped.

Later, he carefully observed where there was a wound on the woman's exposed skin, but found that there was no wound at all, but occasionally there would be a small bruise on the exposed wrist, which should have been accidentally bumped.

But a trace of strange thoughts still flashed in his heart, and he was a little inexplicably flustered.

When he was busy, he put the matter behind him.