Chief, Love for you is wrong

In the face of someone who makes you an affectionate love, the cruelest thing is not indifference, but the person who loves you to the extreme has taken off his clothes and stood in front of you, asking you to look back, but you are as indifferent as ever.

Knowing all the meaning of Mo Bai's words, she moved in panic and her lips trembled.

He turned around and hugged Mo Bai, his head stuck to his back, his hands folded tightly in front of his abdomen, tears in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

"AG. You don't want to love others, and no one asks you to love. But why should you deprive others of the qualification to love you ~ ~ ~" tears ran across Xun's cheeks, and an uncontrollable voice came out of his throat, trembling, hoarse and desperate.

Mo Bai stared at Xun's trembling hands. He looked cold but sad and desperate. He raised his hands and untied her tightly around his hands. His voice was calm and desolate, "I Mo Bai, as long as my love."

His hands were untied by cruelty and indifference, and he stared at Mo Bai's back gradually away. Tears blurred her eyes and shouted in the end.

"AG, why don't you look back at me! I just want you to look back! I don't want you to love me, let alone have me in your heart. It doesn't even matter if you treat me as a passer-by. Just look back at me! Why are you so cruel! I want you to look at me!"

Looking for a sad cry, Tao squatted on the ground, covered his face with both hands, tears soaked through the back of his hands through his fingers, and his body shook uncontrollably, "why don't you look at me... Why... Am I really so bad... Why... I'm really enough at a glance..."

She squatted naked on the ground and muttered to herself. Her voice was hoarse and full of sadness.

Looking for one by one's affectionate whisper continued. Mo Bai, who had been moving forward, suddenly raised his slender white finger and gently wiped his cheek. The place touched by his fingertip was only dry and cold.

His hands dropped slowly, his hands inserted into his robes and pockets, and he smiled with sadness. The sadness between his eyebrows could not be described with pen and ink.

I look back at you, then, who looks back at me?

Your love can't be answered, and you can cry openly.

What about me?

What can I do?

Love the most desperate, not to pay a cavity of enthusiasm, only a cold response;

But even if you love so much that you bend your head, you don't even have the chance to be trampled and indifferent.

Who hurts more than who?

Who hurts more than who?

But it's a dead end.

*****

The person lying in the hospital bed slightly opened his eyes. What he saw was not his familiar room layout. He stretched his waist. As in the past, when he wanted to stretch his waist comfortably, he found that his arms and legs had varying degrees of pain.

The man who was still bleary woke up for a few minutes, and there was a surprise cry, "Yan Yan, you can do it!"

Gu Yu Yan opened his eyes and looked at the old man, frowning, "Mom? Early in the morning, why did you come to see me so early? I......"

Gu Yuyan, who said a few words, finally found that there was a wrong way. She thought of something. Her hands trembled and slowly lifted up. Her movements seemed to be slowed down several times, and her arms seemed to be lifted up with a heavy weight.

Wen Aiai looks at her daughter who has always been assertive and confident. After a while, her tears fill her eyes again, "Yan Yan..."

"Ah ~ ~ ~ ah ~ ~" when Gu Yu Yan's fingertips really touched the circles of gauze wrapped around her face, she screamed madly, "ah ~ ~ ah ~ ~"