But his mouth said, "Don't say these inexplicable words again, I don't know what to say." "It's pitch black in my eyes, I can't see it really, and when I say it, it's dull and cool.

"This is what you said, I saw it, so don't bother again, get out!" He still sneered at his lips and said this, looking at her for his pain, dazed.

With pleasure, he endured the pain.

She listened to his words, the smile on her face made his heart throb, and she nodded, "I'll get out, I'll get out, I said, you really left me, I won't entangle, I won't entangle, I won't entangle again." ”

He looked at her hands, clenched them into fists, and looked up, with something that made him panic, and he endured it, not moving.

"Hei Siyu, I'm really going to leave you." She wept and trembled, "This time, it's our real separation. ”

When he heard her words, his face sank to the extreme, dreaming! Don't dream!

You dare to leave! I'll ruin everything at once!

Do you dare to leave?

His eyes were surging, but he couldn't bear it, listening to what she said.

"The real separation is no longer a trouble, not my trouble, not your disappearance with injuries."

"Hei Siyu and Su Yile are truly separated, and they will never be together again."

She said hoarsely, tears blurring everything.

His whole body froze, stiff, and watched her get up, with a hollowness, with a hoarseness, and spoke.

Turning around, his eyes did not look at her, and seemed to mumble.

"We will never be together again, there will be no more Su Yile of Hei Si Yu, Hei Si Yu will no longer be Su Yile's husband, and he will no longer be Su Yile's man. Hei Siyu has nothing to do with Su Yile. ”

Her whole body seemed to be light, floating, trembling, and dizzy.

His hand under the table was clenched tightly into a fist, embedded in the flesh, so heavy to endure, so heavy that his body was full of pain.

Quietly, with stormy purple eyes, seemingly calm, looking at her.

"Su Yile's husband is dead, dead under that pile of rubble." Her body stood up and shook a little, "It's dead." ”

Le, your husband, is dead.

Right!

But it's alive again!

I have come back to life, and once again, I want to imprison everything you have.

This time, you can't hurt me for anything again!

"I shouldn't be looking for him, I shouldn't be looking for him, he is gone, he is long gone."

She was still talking in a trance, walking in the direction of the door, her legs trembling, trance, like a yin spirit, her mouth, still reading.

"This is the punishment for me, this is the biggest punishment for him, for me, what he said is true, and he will never give me a chance again. Just say it once, it's true. ”

She muttered, step by step, and stepped towards the door in vain, becoming more and more disengaged.

He looked at her thin back, walking vainly, his eyes as quiet as a black hole, terrifying.

"I wish you ......"

Kuroji's eyes became more and more turbulent.

Don't you dare! How dare you say such a thing!

How dare you say such a thing!

You really owe the punishment! Lessons owed!

He roared in his heart.

Looking at the door, her thin body was sliding down.

Right here and now.

Everything is falling apart.

He rushed to her, waved it all, and hugged her tightly.

Le, I should have punished you well!

You want to leave again?

You're leaving again because of a vengeful move?

You really owe the punishment!

(Battlefield Literature)