Xia Yuanyuan thought about countless scenarios of breaking up with him, all kinds of different scenarios.
But it shouldn't be this cruel anyway.
She opened her eyes wide and stared at the extremely blue sky at this moment. She had laid down like this many times before and looked at the blue sky carefree. The only difference was that she was not alone at that time, and it was not like this that she could never open her eyes again as soon as she closed them.
Xia Yuanyuan looked at him almost in a daze, as if looking at him, and for a moment she forgot the pain of a bullet piercing her heart.
What kind of power is needed to do this? I don't know, maybe she doesn't need to know.
The air is filled with the smell of blood.
Countless pictures flashed through Xia Yuanyuan's mind, but he was not included in them all.
By the way, they are friends, right? They were born in the same place, grew up in the same place, carried the same school bag from elementary school to high school, and each had a significant other in college. After breaking up, the two went to the beach to get drunk in the middle of the night, licking each other's soul wounds. They were the friends who understood each other best. She once thought that there would be no friends like them in the world, no one would understand him as well as she did, and no one would come between them.