(My heart aches, and all the blood on my lips is gone...)

It's like pouring a basin of cold water from head to toe, it's completely cold. From body to heart, everything is cold and has no warmth.

Rows after rows, from small to large. The sizes are different, but the ones that are the same are all carved with the same person.

Each wooden doll is lifelike and has a saying...

Whether you are careful or not is not something you say with your mouth, it is something you see with your eyes and feel with your heart.

Everything in front of me is more straightforward than any words...

Because they are so delicate, you can see how much care the people who carved these wood carvings put into them.

Because they are so neat and perfect, you can see how much care the people who carved these wooden dolls put into them.

Her nails dug deeply into her flesh and blood. The man who had been chasing after her just now was standing there with a cold expression on his face. His eyes did not stay on her body, but just looked at the rows of dolls.

Falling into some kind of emotion...

Shabell couldn't help but take a step back, her thoughts surged, and her bitterness was pressed into the deepest part of her heart. She turned around and left without speaking or looking at Feng Qingyu.

Just like the ambiguity just now doesn't exist, just like the warmth these days doesn't exist.

It's like, he and she are really just men and women who each get what they need...

That’s all…

Her face was too calm, and her steps were very steady. Step by step, she slowly walked away from this room that made her feel suffocated.

Beauty and ambiguity no longer exist.

Regardless of the slight change in his stinginess in front of him, he immediately seemed so insignificant in any matter he encountered Cheng Beibei.

At this time, there was no strong desire anymore, and he didn't even look at her...

I won't consider her feelings when seeing this, because there is no need!

The door opens, the door closes.

Squeak...

Bang……

There was a very soft sound, and there was no angrily slamming the door, but just closing the door.

A door separates two people.

The distance that my heart had just been close to seems to have become farther away again.

When Feng Qingyu heard the sound of the door closing, his eyes quickly moved away from the rows of dolls in front of him and turned around...

Shabelle was no longer in the room, and the door seemed to be still shaking.

His thin lips were pursed slightly, and the cold expression on his face made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

His eyes remained fixed on the door for a few seconds, then moved to the rows of dolls in front of him.

After a moment, he walked over and picked up the largest doll.

The slender fingers slowly stroked the outline of the beautiful woman on the wood carving, an image that had been carved deep into the soul.

Put five fingers from the face and then slowly downward.

Every outline is made by his own hand, and he is very familiar with it.

In a flash, four years have passed.

A secret compartment that has not been opened for four years...

Little idiot...

A soft whisper came out from her thin lips...

When Rui Rui had an accident four years ago, she didn't want to take the initiative to think about it. When Rui Rui had an accident, she never put the blame on the little idiot, but she couldn't forgive herself for taking most of the people away because of her. It was almost a physical self-punishment.

During this time, I was also punishing myself by not touching the little idiot anymore...

Thinking of him or not forgetting him makes me feel that I owe Ruirui. It will only arouse more heartache and self-blame.

Four years later, after meeting Rui Rui again and knowing that Rui Rui was not dead, the feelings of gratitude and self-blame should have disappeared.

The people deep in my heart should come to the forefront and occupy the most important position again...

only……

How long has it been since I thought of the little idiot...

It’s the result of four years of habit...

still……

He stood quietly, his thumb fixed on the puppet.

A long, long time...

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Every step he took from Feng Qingyu's room, his back was straight. Even though he couldn't see it, he seemed to be maintaining his dignity. It seemed that only by straightening his back like this could he prove that he was true.

don't care...

Things you have always known and nothing to care about.

However, when I witnessed it with my own eyes, the thorn seemed to have been struck deeper by Feng Qingyu's palm, directly piercing into the deepest part of my heart, causing even more pain.

There was no sound behind him.

It's not a very long way, but Shabelle feels like she has walked for a long time.

Every step I took was obviously very light, but I could still hear the footsteps in this silent night.

step……

step……

It seems like he has stepped on his own heart...

It hurts...

Until, the hand is on the door handle of the room, until the door opens, until the door closes again. There is still silence in the silent corridor.

hehe.

He raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and his little responses only added some expectations.

Why bother, why bother.

In this way, you ruin yourself.

Sabelle, why bother.

As long as it's about her, she will be completely ignored. As long as it's about her, there are traces of other women in his eyes. Even if it's just her wooden doll, she can't compare to it.

I didn’t lose my mind and smashed those wooden sculptures, and I didn’t lose my mind and roar.

Everything seems to be meaningless.

As agreed, it's just to meet each other's physical needs.

It was agreed that she didn't care if he had someone else in his heart, and he didn't care who held a place in her heart.

It’s all agreed upon, isn’t it?

That night, with more than three hours before dawn, facing the warmth of the room, I felt a chill coming from my heart.

I opened the quilt and wrapped myself in it, drew the curtains, and turned off the lights. The world suddenly became very dark. I curled up in the quilt and rolled it up tightly, leaving no gaps, as if this could keep myself warm.

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While waiting for dawn, even though I was wrapped tightly in bed, there was no warmth inside.

When the first ray of dawn broke through the clouds in the sky, Shabelle got up.

Washed up, went downstairs, went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

His face was calm and every movement was slow.

In the huge kitchen, Shabelle was busy preparing breakfast.

The machine on the side is running, and with the regular sound, breakfast is being prepared skillfully.

When Yu Ma got up, she found that Shabelle was already making breakfast, and she immediately took over to help.

Then Yuan Diandian, Feng Tuoxi and Feng Ruiyao went downstairs together.

"Mommy, morning."

Sha Bei'er lowered her head and kissed Feng Ruiyao's little face...

"Good morning, baby."

He straightened up, looked at Yuan Diandian with a gossipy look, and pretended not to notice and said hello.

"Aunt Yuan, Uncle Feng, morning."
To be continued...