Bamboo Horse Bamboo Horse

The moonlight poured on the clean window sill, and the clear marble reflected a cold yellowish halo.

Half of the boy's side face was illuminated by the moonlight, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.

He seemed to be having a painful dream, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes rolled quickly under the closed eyelids, his breathing gradually became short of breath, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he finally woke up from the dream.

But there was no relief on the boy's face, on the contrary he looked more painful than when he fell asleep.He sat up slowly, covered his face with his hands tightly, and gasped in pain that he couldn't suppress.

Qiao Xi, you have to know that I have never been in such pain. You know that I don't care about anything.I let you go, so I have to torture myself day and night.

You little villain, you have to have a conscience, don't deliberately sway in front of my eyes, I'm afraid I can't help it, I'm afraid I won't let go if I catch you.So, little villain, don't show up in front of me tomorrow.

He covered his mouth tightly and choked with pain, and turned his head to look at the window in the opposite building with pale yellow curtains.

There were tears clearly in his eyes, but he looked at him so tenderly.

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A gentle short story at the end of 1W-2W