Lian Feng watched Yun Ju walking towards her step by step, the dim yellow light making her hair frizzy. She felt that Yunju was like a beautiful and pale skeleton that might fall apart at any time.
She walked up to Lian Feng and smiled slightly: I'm leaving. Lian Feng hugged her tightly and buried five fingers in her hair as before. Only then did she find that Yun Ju's hair, which had always been well taken care of, had many knots.
Her hands and their old days were frozen together in Yunju's long hair like lake waves.
I often heard that love is a lifetime of suffering. She didn't believe it at first, but now, for her, even if it is suffering, she can't live without it or get rid of it.