"Not afraid..."

Zhang Haidong gently stroked her head.

Try your best to give her some sense of security.

Bai Yourong's snow-white sportswear was covered with blood, her eyes were closed tightly, and she could no longer make a sound.

A bloody hand was placed weakly on his chest.

…

She is not paranoid, nor is she crazy.

It's just that her relationship of more than ten years suddenly has no sustenance, and she is so panicked that she doesn't know where to put it.

As soon as we broke up, we were treated like strangers.

Can't be lovers...

Unable to be a confidant...

Can't be friends...

But she just couldn't bear to be a stranger.

Can't live without...

Can't let go...

Can't forget...

Where should the feelings that have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow for more than ten years be placed?

Zhang Haidong doesn't know either.

How wonderful it would be if we never grew old!

How wonderful it would be if we could return to our original innocence!

Suddenly, time seems to have returned to twelve years ago. Bai Yourong, wearing a snow-white Li Ning sportswear, is standing on the podium of the playground and reading Tolstoy's poem "I am not here" loudly for everyone!

"I'm not here,

Please don't cry for me.

I am the little bird yearning for the blue sky,

Play freely in the sky.

I'm not here,

Please don't cry for me.

I am the thousands of winds that rise,

Breathe freely in every inch of air around you..."

The once free elf bird is no more!

There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word love is the most murderous!

Is not it!

ah!

…
Chapter completed!