Wen San'er

But none of your words, your favorites, and your future have me in them.For eight years, you have said thousands of words to me, and I have been waiting for that one sentence, even if it is a lie, not a promise, I just hope that if you have it in it, if you have it in the rest of your life, To have me by your side...

I have become a lunatic in love, obsessed with obsession, I know this.When you didn't say anything, just brought a person back from the mountain on such an abrupt day, I knew that I might really not be able to bear it, I wanted him to die, I wanted him to die crazily.In those days, I couldn't sleep half night and half night every day. The first thing I did when I lay in bed every day was to think about how I should kill Wen San'er.I thought about using a knife, using medicine, using a rope, and using water. I thought about many, many ways, but when I saw that person, felt his body temperature and pulse, all killing thoughts disappeared.I also laughed at myself and scolded myself, how could I be so stupid that I couldn't even kill my rival in love, but in the end, I could only stand in the crowd where you got married and silently watch you marry him .

I don't want you to know my love for you, I don't need you to feel sorry for me, I can sacrifice everything if you can live happily, but now I just want you to feel guilty, I want your whole body, every drop of blood Not a single piece of meat is remembered, branded, owed to me.Do you know what I was doing on your wedding night when you had another man in your arms?Here I am, using the blunt blade I used to cut herbs, cutting my wrists one after another. I promise myself that I will cut it like that. If I die from bleeding, I will be free. At dawn the next day, if I'm still alive, I'll bandage the wound, cut off the thread of love from now on, and only live for myself from now on, completely forgetting about you.

When Chang Feng heard this, regardless of his injuries, he lifted the quilt abruptly, pulled Liu Yun's left hand with his right hand and lifted it up. He saw the hanging cuff and the thick white bandage exposed inside.

Changfeng stared blankly at Liu Yun's wrist for a while before putting it down feebly.He turned to look at Liu Yun who was lying beside him, his beautiful eyes were slightly opened, and a line of tears flowed down the corner of his eyes and wet his temples.Looking at his profile, Changfeng seemed to see the boy from eight years ago, with a similar face, but not a familiar expression. He couldn't help suspecting that the eight years he had spent together was all a dream of his own. The pure and kind person is the one who smiles softly every day. What I see is an exquisite mask that he tried his best to create, and this sad look is the lonely Liu Yun every day. What the hell did he do?What did you give him?How have you destroyed him?

Changfeng seemed to feel how painful the knife wound on Liu Yun's wrist was. His chest was so painful that he couldn't help himself. The pain was so painful that he almost cried out. Group, curled up beside Liu Yun.Memories came to my mind bit by bit, what did I do for him?It seems that I have long regarded Liu Yun's existence as a matter of peace of mind and as a matter of course, but I have forgotten that what he treats me is not only kindness, but also love.

What did Changfeng do?He slept with Liu Yun, can he really say that he was just a momentary sperm brain?Then he simply maintained the relationship with Liu Yun later on, can he say that he was just lonely with his hands?He even imagined, what would happen to him without Liu Yun during those difficult days?When he brought San'er back, he didn't explain it to Liu Yun. Was it because he ignored it or simply felt that he couldn't face it?When he got married, he didn't dare to look at Liu Yun who was standing beside him, was it because he put all his heart and soul on San'er?

Who can live with someone they don't love for eight years?Is there anyone who can face the person who has been with him for eight years, and then say that I just relieve loneliness?

I may have loved you very early, but I never found out.

Will that gentle man forgive himself when he is let down by him and hurt all over his body?Are you still willing to accompany yourself?Does he know that every tear he has accumulated for eight years is like a sharp arrow, piercing his body and mind?