Memories flooded the whole world like a tide, and unfamiliar and familiar memories broke through the shackles of the cage like trapped beasts, biting frantically, as if to devour her.
...
It turns out that nothing can be truly forgotten.
Tears ran down the corners of her eyes, cold, like a transparent ice flower blooming in the dark night.
She remembered everything, even more awake than she thought, without collapsing or escaping.
Sometimes, there are things to accept.
She cried, tears flowing like broken lines, so much sadness took up all of her.
Dream is the existence of her fantasy, a personality generated in order to escape reality. The Weibo page did not appear suddenly, but she peeked at it day and night. The mobile phone was not lost for no reason, but she suddenly regained a momentary sobriety, but drowned in the beauty of the free, romantic and passionate Dream, forcing herself to hide her mobile phone.
Everything was because she was deceiving herself and others. The newly created personality would automatically complete all the logic, plus the constant hints of the main character that appeared occasionally, so she was living in her fabricated dream during this time..
Without Zhang Zhenyuan, without his words today, Lin Siwan might still be able to continue to do that confident Dream, but she can't now.
Because between them, there is a dead Zhang Zhenyuan.
A soul who tried hard to treat her well, but in the end, was killed by her own hands.
linsiwan"I'm sorry for you... really... sorry for you..."
Zhang Zhenyuan froze in place, but Lin Siwan's sudden compromise made him feel unbelievable. He stared at Lin Siwan with wide eyes, Qing Ling's tears slowly fell, his mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything.
Part of his soul was obliterated, but Zhang Zhenyuan's instinct told him that it was wrong to make Lin Siwan cry. He looked at Lin Siwan clumsily and felt a pain in his chest, but he didn't know how to solve it.
He carefully wiped away Lin Siwan's tears with his hands, but he could only do this.
zhangzhenyuan"Don't be sad..."
zhangzhenyuanSister Chen, I don't hurt anymore... I don't hurt anymore...
In a low voice, Zhang Zhenyuan looked at her carefully, and was afraid that she would not be able to hear clearly, so he repeated it very seriously. He wanted to go forward and hug Lin Siwan, but he didn't know what to think of, so he dropped his hand unnaturally and put it on her forearm.
Hugs will make Lin Siwan sad.
linsiwan"Thank you... really..."
Lin Siwan had a little emotional breakdown.
She smiled and cried again, tears flickered, her nose was red, and she spoke with a white breath.
linsiwan"It's just that I don't deserve your kindness..."
linsiwan"You were originally... should be... very good..."
Tears flowed uncontrollably, her face was cold, and white frost had formed on her eyelashes. She looked like a person made of ice and snow.
She couldn't tell what she felt. Lin Siwan felt strangely relaxed. When she looked at Zhang Zhenyuan, her eyes were full of guilt and heartache.
As if at that moment, there was another excuse to force myself to live.
There is no hope, everything that can kidnap her to live is a gift.
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Pleasure lacks a motivation to live
Guilt or anything else, as long as she finds something to do, she will feel useful.
