The red rope is a bit cool, and after the quilt is wrapped around the wrist, the bright color contrasts with the white wrist, making the milky white skin more immature, with a soft and cute feeling.
Xun Zhou was completely stunned.
His eyes did not fall on the red rope, but stared blankly at the girl. She stood in front of him, bowed her head and tied the red string quietly, and he could see the top of the other's hair, as well as the drooping and curly eyelashes.
He suddenly felt that the pair of eyelashes seemed to sweep over his heart, making his heart tremble slightly.
The part of the skin on the wrist that was held by the girl's fingers felt as hot as if it had been burned by fire.
Xun Zhou's expression was stiff, he was so uncomfortable, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't dare to move.
This is a distance that he can't even imagine. Reluctant to shrink back, he could only let the other party hold him stiffly.
Yu Chu tied the red string tightly.
Immediately, she let go of her hand, took a step back, and raised her eyes to look at the boy in front of her.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, his lips were pursed, his head was lowered, his face was beautifully crimson.
His expression seemed a little stiff.
The young man gently covered the red rope with his other hand, and after a while, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Why... why is it where you are? I seem to have lost it..."
He dropped it in that phone booth.
Because it's so sad.
This thing was made up for himself during the period after his accident, like a spiritual sustenance.
Every time I wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and look at it on my wrist, I slowly recall... those things have passed... he is safe.
So it is a sense of security that has accompanied him for many years. He is willing to give it to a girl, but the other party does not want it.
He is so sad.
Sad enough, he doesn't want it anymore.
He threw away this sense of security and the medicine given by the psychiatrist, almost giving up on himself, and decided to let himself fall into the abyss forever.
No one would feel sorry for him anyway, would they
The word salvation sounds so good, but not everyone can get it.
His life has been so dark that there is no light. After so many years and so much experience, he himself doesn't understand why he still has the courage to like someone.
If you fall in love without hesitation, you will either be redeemed, or it will be a deeper abyss.
Should have been desperate long ago, why still have the courage to like it
In that alley when he was a child, a woman reeking of alcohol approached him, but no one came to save him. He was very young at the time, he smashed the blood out of the person's head, held the tile as the murder weapon, and felt that he had killed someone with a pale face.
He also knew that he had a weird personality later on, but he didn't dare to tell him about it, so for so long, even his parents never comforted and understood him.
It looked clean and normal on the surface, but he felt that his heart had long since rotted, black as a bottomless swamp.
He didn't like girls, so he asked his parents for help in confusion, but he was sent to a dark prison, where his daily life was electric shocks and emetics.
He vomited until his face turned pale like a ghost, and since then he has also been full of disgust for boys, and the rotten hole in his heart seems to have grown bigger again, and the cold wind is leaking.
He felt angry, so he deliberately brought back a photo, deliberately saying that it was the boy he liked.
Looking at the angry expression of the parents, there is a kind of joy of revenge in a trance, even if the joy is even more deadly after the joy.
Later, he met a girl.
But she really wasn't salvation.
But a deeper abyss.