you redeemed me

When he left the coffee shop, he suddenly lost his destination. The sky was cloudy and the drizzle was slightly cold, but he didn't realize it. He clearly had no set goal, but he still wanted to take a step forward. He didn't know the direction, but he didn't dare to stop... …

He thought of his homeland across the sea, and the woman who looked forward to him was waiting tenderly, but what was he doing in this strange land without her gaze?

If Xiaolan knew,

If she knew,

I would probably ask him with tears in my eyes: Shinichi, why don't you want me anymore?

Of course, this is impossible. If Xiao Lan said it, she would definitely...beat him mercilessly!

He smiled, his black hair flew up in the wind, bright and vivid, thinking of Lan, no matter how bad his mood was, he would calm down, she would become his wife, it should be like this, it should be like this...

Unprepared, he punched out a fist and landed on the white wall. Then, he slumped powerlessly and sat limply along the wall on the ground. His coat was half-wet and as black as ink. He bent one knee in the messy wet hair. His expression was lonely and decadent.

He raised his head and let the rain wash away his embarrassing past...

After coming out of the bathroom, the man who was supposed to be tall and tall was no longer visible in the room. The sun shone in as usual, and it was still the same as before, shining brightly in her eyes, but the window was empty, as if she was a little bored heart of.

She paced slowly, and the curtains were closed again, leaving only a gap where one could see.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the note on the table.

"I'm leaving, sorry just now."

She lowered her eyebrows, but smiled.

That's it.

However, things didn't intend to end here.

His handwriting is clear and straight, and his strength seems to penetrate the back of the paper, so hard, so focused...

"Tomorrow night at 7:00, xx hotel detective exchange party, I'm short of a girlfriend, wait, I'll pick you up."

The paper was soaked with sweat in the palm of his hand, without realizing it, he had lost his mind on the paper for a long time.

A woman stood in front of the window reflecting the dark sky, as quiet as an ice sculpture, if it wasn't for the extremely flamboyant red gauze dress accompanied by her faint breathing, her existence would have been almost ignored.A pair of eyes are hidden in the shadow of bangs, her lips have no trace of blood, her face is pale, and her figure is frail. One hand rests on the back of the chair on the right, and her five fingers gradually tighten. It seems that it is her only attachment point. Once she leaves , it will fall down as if it has lost its support.

Miyano Shiho suddenly let go of his fingers, as if he was drawn by something, and walked to the door calmly. A man in a brown coat appeared from a dark place where the light could not reach, and raised his head under Miyano's indifferent eyes like ice crystals. Come on, evoked a strange smile of unknown meaning...

The author has something to say:

Some things need to be carefully considered and sorted out, and I apologize to the friends who follow this novel.Tomorrow, I must have just got it.See you tomorrow