Helian grabbed her arm deeply and fiercely, with overwhelming determination and despair in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and sounded like Yama from hell. He stared at her and asked her, "What about me?! Am I always indifferent in your heart?!" Yimo raised her head and looked into his eyes. The same hatred and disgust were the same as two years ago. Her indifference was surging in her black eyes. She said lightly, "Yes."
"Hehehehe" He Lianshen suddenly laughed wildly, then he lowered his head and bit Yimo's lips fiercely. He held her waist tightly with his left hand, and strangled her neck with his right hand. The rusty smell of blood was mixed with a salty taste, as if he wanted to plunge her into hell together. Let her struggle to death, but he kissed her deeper and deeper, and held her tighter and tighter...
Each of us uses our youth to write a book of our own, and the number of pages in the book is unpredictable. When we thought it was coming to an end, there might be a new chapter opening, just like Yimo meeting Helianshen again. Maybe when we look forward to the next page with hope, the eventuality in our hearts never appears, such as Mu Zixia and Ran Nijing.
We grow up slowly and understand slowly, but we have deep feelings and no regrets.