One hundred favorability.
deepest love.
Once injured, it is also heart-piercing pain.
Xu Menggui felt that every breath was a kind of torture, the air turned into a knife, and there was severe pain in and out.
His eyes were scarlet, and he got up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, and he tried his best to calm himself down.
But just don't love it.
But it was a deception from start to finish.
He has not experienced anything.
He could definitely endure the pain.
He forced a smile, "Okay, Weiwei, stop joking, let's go home."
This smile is so sad that it makes me sad.
Bai Weiwei looked at the easily 100 scumbag index, and thought about her character turning point.
I feel that if I suddenly changed my face and said I was joking just now, I still have amnesia and still love you.
Even if Xu Menggui is a fool, he has been deceived so many times that he doesn't believe it anymore.
Bai Weiwei said to the system, "Can you leave earlier?"
System: "After accepting the extra side quests, you have to stay until the last day of the raid time before you can leave. There are only four days left, very soon."
Bai Weiwei nodded.
Then she felt that everything on her plane was done.
It is estimated that there will be no follow-up routines.
So Bai Weiwei said very calmly: "Xu Menggui, you took everything from me, and I also let you experience my feelings. Now that we have cleared things up, goodbye."
Xu Menggui was probably tortured.
Bai Weiwei felt that he shouldn't want to see her these days.
People will instinctively run away from those who have been hurting themselves.
When he came to her after he figured it out, she probably left too.
Bai Weiwei thought clearly, and felt that there should be no major issues these days.
So after she finished speaking, she went out.
Just as he was about to open the door, Xu Menggui took a deep breath, his voice trembling, "Have you never loved me?"
Bai Weiwei's footsteps stopped, she showed mercy, and said casually, "I loved it, but I didn't love it later."
One simple sentence.
Summarize all her routines.
After Bai Weiwei finished speaking, she opened the door and walked out.
Xu Menggui didn't stop her either. He stared at Bai Weiwei's back as she left peacefully, her scarlet eyes full of water vapor.
He blinked, blinking away the helpless tears.
Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and sucked it with trembling fingers.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see the crowd below.
Bai Weiwei will soon go downstairs and walk into these crowds.
Haven't known him since.
Their marriage is fake, their love is fake, and their happy future is fake.
He was the only one who took it seriously.
Xu Menggui couldn't help laughing, and the laughter had a heart-piercing misery.
Choking on the smoke, he finally grabbed his chest, his lips trembling, and he felt like his chest was about to crack.
Xu Menggui thought of his cheap mother.
He didn't have a good impression of her.
One of the deepest impressions was that she kept flipping through the photos of Bai Qingshui a few days before her death.
Some were cut from newspapers.
Some are in magazines.
She is crazy, and affectionate, but very sad.
"Everyone in our family is a lunatic who lives for love. I love him so much that I would rather die with him."
She repeated this sentence over and over again.
Like a curse, it was branded in his heart.
Even if she had been dead for so many years, when he recalled this woman, there was only this picture.
Xu Menggui finally realized the meaning of her words at that time.
Yes, they are all lunatics.
Both are.