Returning to the fantasy world again, Zhao Jingyun's expression was indescribably speechless. The same blazing sun, the same sultry shade of trees, the same sweet smile, and the same fast-moving vehicles.

Ran Yang did not rush over desperately like the previous two times this time. He waited at the school gate with a complicated expression for a long time. When he saw Fu Xinmiao waiting there obediently, an extremely difficult to capture flashed in his eyes.

pain.

"The third time, this is the third chance. Everything comes in threes. If this time... still can't change my fate, then what should I... do? How should I deal with myself?" Ran Yang looked at Fu Xinmiao's face.

His eyes showed indescribable fear. He was afraid, he was really afraid. He didn't want to hug that cold body again. He didn't want to send her on the road with his own hands. He couldn't bear to lose her again.

Shocked, could he... still appear in front of her as if nothing had happened? Even he who insisted on coming back was not sure, was it really right for him to come back?

Time and time again he thought that he could save her, time and time again he thought that he still had a chance, time and time again he thought that he could keep her, and time and time again she lay cold in his arms, and he even wondered if it was his persistence that made her fall.

Caused her to die in front of him again and again?

But this time it's different. The culprit has been killed by himself. Do they really have a chance...

Ran Yang hesitated and refused to take a step. He looked at the figure walking back and forth in the shade of the trees. "Maybe it was my appearance that caused her death. If I didn't appear, then..."

Ran Yang made up his mind and kept hiding at the school gate, secretly watching the figure.

Fu Xinmiao was waiting outside anxiously: "Did Yiyi remember wrongly? They are not on holiday today?"

Zhao Jingyun had been sulking in the taller trees in the green belt. He eagerly observed Fu Xinmiao's movements through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

"What the hell is Ran Yang doing? At this time, he should have appeared eight hundred times already? Damn it!" Zhao Jingyun's red face showed a trace of impatience.

"Ah, Ran Yang!" Fu Xinmiao's sharp eyes suddenly saw Ran Yang hiding at the school gate, and she shouted excitedly: "I knew you would come out, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ran Yang was taken aback, and walked out of his hiding place unconsciously, looking at Fu Xinmiao with a complicated look on his face.

"Wait for me, I have something to tell you." Fu Xinmiao was very excited and rushed over happily regardless of the traffic lights.

Ran Yang always felt that this scene was very familiar, so familiar that when he saw this scene, his tears would flow down uncontrollably.

"Squeak~" The harsh brake sound, the dazzling bright red, the body flying up like rags, everything is so familiar, so heartbreaking.

Zhao Jingyun was also stunned there. He hadn't had time to do anything, right? Before he could destroy it, she could not wait to die.

Ran Yang did not rush over this time, but stared at that place in despair. The tears in his eyes had dried up. Fu Xinmiao died because of himself again, no matter how many times he tried, no matter how many times he came back, no matter whether he was

If he hides, she will die because of him. This bad thought, after many years of separation, once again filled his mind: "Why...why do you give me hope again and again, only to be ruthlessly deprived of it again and again? Why do I think so?"

Everything comes in time, but reality wipes out hope without hesitation? Why is it always because of me? Why? Answer me, why?"

At this time, Zhao Jingyun slowly stood up from the bushes and spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I haven't had time to do anything this time."
Chapter completed!