In the room, all the things that could be used to commit suicide were put away by Ting's mother. The parents were worried that the only daughter would not be able to think about it. After all, she had been sleeping for several months. After she fell asleep, her daughter seemed to have lost half of her soul. Sometimes,
Always silly and foolish.
Ting Qingyu sat on the pink bed, hugged the pillow in her arms, and closed her eyes quietly. That person's smile, that person's voice, that person's body temperature...
Ting Qingyu's heart suddenly throbbed!
At the beginning, she was indeed willing to trade her own life for Che Yue's life, but now that she is back here, everything is empty, and in a few days she will have to go to school again and resume her normal life.
But...how could she forget that person...[
Cheyue...
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have had to be sincere...
Ting Qingyu's eyelashes trembled, her red lips pressed tightly together, her dark pupils were shining with light, but the surroundings were covered with bloodshot eyes. Every night, she dreamed of almost everyone in the Changbi Palace.
People, especially Cheyue, woke up with only Cheyue's sad eyes, which were so painful that her tears unknowingly wet the pillow towel.
The three best friends who rode the hot air balloon with her all disappeared in that accident. It was really an incredible thing. But Ting Qingyu thought about it, she could travel through time and space, and she only wished that they could
, is also still alive, but secretly prays that it will be fine if she doesn’t criticize her...
She needed sleeping pills to fall asleep, otherwise, every night, everything about the Ming Dynasty was spinning in her brain, like every frame of a movie, swaying in front of her eyes over and over again.
It seems that if things continue like this, Ting Qingyu really needs to find a psychiatrist.
"Cheyue..." Ting Qingyu murmured softly, her eyes were sore, her nose was itchy, and a thin layer of mist formed. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, but she could no longer say a word.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
Someone knocked on the door, and then the voice of his younger brother Ting Qingyu rang out.
"Sister, can I go in?"
Ting Qingyu was startled and quickly stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears. Although she didn't answer, Ting Qingyu had already opened the door. Generally speaking, she was still afraid of something happening to her sister, right?