He said in her ear, "Yu, I love you."
She kissed him very hard, trying to melt him into her bones.
This was the first time in two years that he heard these three words, and then she tasted his bitter tears.
Looking at him in surprise, she wiped away his tears, as if she had guessed something, and her heart ached.
He held her in his arms, the snow was falling, and only his body temperature remained.
"I'm getting out of here."
His voice floated in the cold winter air, echoing for a long time.
Then she knew that the subtext of "I love you." Was, "I'm sorry."
She felt tears tearing down the coldness on her face. The tears were not hers, but his.
"Why?" She still buried her head in his arms. This was the first time he cried, and she was heartbroken.
"There is room for better development."
So who am I?
So what is our love?
So what do those previous vows count for?
So many words, in the moment they blurted out, they turned into...
"Have a nice trip."
It was very cold. It was really cold that day. It was so cold that I felt like I would never feel warm again.
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