Putting on his clothes, he looked very heroic and majestic, with a charming brilliance between his brows that could not be concealed. But his face was infinitely indifferent.
He stood by the bed, looking at Yu Keqing who was a little sad, with a sneer on his face, "Although you are not the same person as before, your body is still the same as before, which makes me fascinated."
He bent down, pinched her chin with his hand, and smiled evilly, "So, I will come to pamper you often."
After saying that, he straightened up and strode towards the door. Under the dim light, his figure was hazy and slightly lonely...
When he walked out of the door, he suddenly stopped and without looking back, he said, "Don't turn off your phone, I will look for you at any time." The voice was ruthless and mechanical, swirling in the silent space.
The drizzle outside the window continued to fall, and the dim room was as quiet as the raindrops in the sky.
Yu Keqing curled up, her tears like raindrops, flowing incessantly, flowing over her face, dripping on the bed sheets, and spreading out piece by piece.
Her heart was just like the outside world, dark, damp, gray and misty, with no sunlight.
The saddest distance in the world is when two people are far away from each other and don't know each other. Suddenly one day, they meet each other, fall in love, and the distance becomes very close. Then one day, they no longer love each other, and the two people who were very close to each other suddenly
, has become very far away, even if we meet again, it is even further than before.
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On the way back, Cheng Haochen was a little distracted while driving.
The drizzle was like silver needles, filling the sky densely, and a huge endless gray curtain hung between the sky and the earth, making it misty.
Raindrops fell on the windshield of the car, and the wiper swept it away again and again. In an instant, it was covered with drizzle again, as if it could never be wiped away, just like his heart.
When the wind blows and the flowers fly, the countless ties to her are cut off.
No one will know how painful this kind of missing is, how it can completely hollow out the heart, and then ruthlessly tear it into pieces. Her figure always flies in the heart and cannot be shaken away...
But he could not help but face the fact that this woman had ruthlessly betrayed him and abandoned him.
How many midnight dreams come back, there will always be her beautiful figure, dignified face, tender smile...
I want to hate her, but I always get defeated the moment I see something related to her, or think of her;