The Sweet Love

Red Cloud said, "If you think the same way, then I am relieved. But Qing He, you don't think so. You like to pretend to be strong so much, but your heart is actually weak as well. "Why are you always so stubborn?"

After a while he said, "How can it be so fragile? What's the use of saying fragile? What was the use of suffering? Standing here, I couldn't see any light. I couldn't see the so-called happiness, and I didn't think there was anything that could be gained without love. My greatest wish was to live well, but what was the use of thinking so much for me?

Red clouds looked at me with red eyes. I covered her eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'm still very strong. I won't do anything stupid, or how happy would they be if they let me die so easily? "

Hong Yun nodded. She seemed to want to say something, but I gently pushed her away. "Alright, let's go."

I didn't dare to continue speaking. I seemed to be extremely agitated today. I didn't want to let Hong Yun and the rest know too much. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, but that I trusted them too much. What if they knew? They would definitely protect me and take the initiative to step into this dark and terrifying game.

I can't do that to them. They don't have to get involved.

I pressed my temples tiredly and said to the driver, "Go on, Master."

As the sky gradually darkened, I didn't go back. I let the driver take me to the moat.

At the edge of the moat was a large willow tree. In the spring, it grew tender green leaves, looking soft and beautiful.

I can't even remember myself. It was here I got off when I ran away from home.

Now that I'm back here, the sunset is a rippling gold on the surface of the lake. The willow tree was silhouetted against the sunset. I walked over and touched the rough trunk.

There weren't many people at this time of the year, and occasionally a couple would drag themselves by. Some of them would look at me strangely, as if they didn't understand why I, a woman, was standing alone under a willow tree, looking sad.

I looked at the willow tree that had grown to a very high height. I remember when I came here, it seemed to still have lush leaves, but after so many years, this willow tree was like an old man.

Sure enough, nothing can't change. The world is stingy to me after all. Nothing is the same as before.

Everything told me clearly and cruelly that I had come this way, and there was no turning back.

Because with every step I took, things were changing behind me, so even if I turned back, it wouldn't be the same road.