The pain in his heart could not compare to the extreme pain of his heart breaking.
You were the one who wanted to kill me, but I couldn't hate you. Why did you smile so gently at me ...
His body fell limply, and his vision gradually blurred.
The raindrops buried everything.
*
He woke up in the middle of the night.
Wen Xian's slender fingers were stunned. His lips were so pale that there was not a trace of blood. When he thought of the terrible dream just now, his nerves tensed up and his head ached faintly.
He was not afraid of death.
But he was afraid of losing her.
He had never kept this light that was as gentle as the wind and snow, but he seemed to have lost her thousands of times ...
Wen Xian laughed at himself.
His black hair hung down softly on the ground, as smooth as silk. Even if it was stained with the dust on the ground, Wen Xian no longer cared about it even though he was a clean freak.
The next day.
