god of reasoning

Chapter 70 "The Lost Bride" ([-])

Winter nights are always cold.

Recently, due to work reasons, I always take the last subway home at [-]:[-] every night.In this season, twelve o'clock is an absolutely lonely moment, and there is no shadow of half of the waiting people in the empty subway station.

The car came, and as soon as I stepped on the door, I saw that familiar figure again. This was a woman in a white dress with long hair in a shawl. She must be around 20 years old, and she was the only passenger.

It has been almost a week in a row. I always meet her here when I come home from get off work. Every time I get on the bus, I can always see her sitting quietly in the corner. Until I get off at the stop, she is still there motionless. .

It's been cold lately, so I drank a little whiskey to warm up before heading out.Probably due to the effect of alcohol, I actually had the idea of ​​striking up a conversation with her, which is really unbelievable for me who usually blush when talking to girls.

I gently walked to her side and sat down, she was still there motionless.

"Miss, may I ask..." I started a tentative question.Hearing my voice, she seemed a little taken aback, but she still didn't raise her head, her gaze was still fixed on the ground, and the long hair in the shawl hung down to cover her face.

"Are you okay?" The voice floated over with a scent of fragrance.

"Oh, it's nothing..." Shy I started to feel at a loss, "Every time I see you sitting quietly in the back of the last train, I'm curious. Did you just get off work too?" Finally Alcohol played a role.

"No, I'm waiting for my boyfriend..."

"It's so late, he asked you to wait for him here alone?"

"No, he took this subway home every day after get off work, until one day a month ago..." Hearing this, I felt a trace of sadness in her voice, "It was my birthday that day, he In order to be able to come back earlier to help me celebrate, so instead of taking the subway, I took a taxi back instead..."

I don't know if it's because of the weather or other reasons, I suddenly felt a chill, and I can already guess what she's going to tell me next.

"The metered taxi got into an accident..." As she spoke, the girl began to sob in a low voice, "So I have to sit here every day until the subway picks up, hoping to see him again."

Now I really don't know what words to use to comfort the poor girl.

"Next stop, Tin Hau" the station announcer started broadcasting, and before I knew it, I had arrived at the station.

"Miss, I have to get off at the station. You still have to express your condolences and let the past pass. After all, there is still a long way to go..."

"Originally we planned to get married next month..." Probably because I have suppressed it for too long, I can finally confide in it. The girl was still talking to herself, completely ignoring my persuasion.

However, I had to get off the bus. Looking at the subway going away, a trace of sadness also appeared in my heart.

When I arrived at the unit the next day, I went straight to the reading room to look up previous newspapers, hoping to learn more about her boyfriend, to comfort and enlighten the poor girl.

The hard work paid off, and I finally found it. It was a newspaper from a month ago, and the report was on the social page.The topic is... No, why is this?
"A white-collar man died in a car accident and his infatuated girlfriend committed suicide"

(End of this chapter)