That night, Su Rourou fell asleep on Luo Yichen's arm as usual.
She was like a koala, clinging to his body tightly, feeling his body temperature and the faint scent of mint on his body,
But for some reason, in the deepest, deepest dream, she had a very sad, very sad dream...
In the dream, they were also in such a room, under such a moonlight, and the two of them hugged each other tightly.
But when she was sleeping soundly, when there was still a happy smile on her lips, Luo Yichen sat up calmly, and gently placed her head on her arm on the pillow.
In the end, he supported his chin with one hand, lay slightly on his side, and looked at her without blinking.
His eyes are so soft, like a feather; his eyes are so affectionate, like the deep sea; his eyes are so... heartbreaking, like this is the last time he looks like this Like her.
I don't know how long it took, as if some icy cold liquid fell on her face drop by drop, and flowed down her fair cheeks to her lips...
Su Rourou in the dream felt the taste of that cold liquid, salty... bitter...
Then, more and more liquid fell on her face, falling one after another like a storm. Her heart, feeling his extreme sorrow, also throbbed...
She really wanted to open her eyes to see if Luo Yichen was crying; she really wanted to raise her hand and wipe away the tears from his face.
However, in the dream, she couldn't move, she could only watch him silently heartbroken...
When she opened her eyes again, Luo Yichen was no longer in the bed beside her. Touching the cold mattress, Su Rourou's heart suddenly sank, as if sinking into the boundless deep sea...
The sad dream last night resurfaced in her mind very clearly. Her heart trembled violently, and she suddenly had a very bad premonition.
Barefoot, she quickly climbed out of bed and found a light blue note on the desk. That note was just under the flower pot of the little strawberry she had given him.
[Rourou, I'm sorry. I'm leaving... don't wait for me. —Luo Yichen]
On that piece of paper, there were still traces of being wet with tears, and it was bumpy and uneven...
"Luo Yichen, you..." Su Rourou's hand holding the note couldn't stop shaking, and she couldn't help crying, "You said that you would never leave me...you said that you would always be with me..."
Tears fell down bit by bit, wetting the light blue letter paper and covering the tears he had left on it.
"Even though I said, I will never forgive you... Do you still want to leave me?" Su Rourou finally couldn't support her body anymore, and her exhausted body slid down the edge of the desk bit by bit.
On the desk, the little strawberry with luxuriant branches trembled gently in the cold wind in the winter morning. Every leaf is telling endless sorrow.
Under the thick leaves, a small strawberry is already ripe, but... no one has picked it. A strong wind blew, and it trembled violently, and finally fell from the branches and leaves, and landed on the brown dust.