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I have no memory of how I ran home along the way.It seems that all senses are closed, only running with body memory.

I ran home in one breath and rushed into my room. After slamming the door, I didn't turn on the light, and my eyes were completely dark.I lost my spatial awareness, my memory was messed up, and I didn't know where I was.Maybe I'm standing in my bedroom, or maybe I'm floating alone in the universe.

I ran all the way, and suddenly turned into a still state before I realized the discomfort in my body.My temples throbbed, tugging at my nerves.

I thought someone was strangling my neck, and I couldn't breathe, and every breath took all the strength of my body.The airflow tugged at the throat, making a "stinging, stinging" sound, which was unpleasant and terrifying.

I want to lie on the bed, because it is soft and generous, no matter what kind of existence I am, it always welcomes me with open arms.I consider it the most cherished thing in the world.

I staggered and groped in the dark, but unfortunately, before I could touch it, my right leg hit the corner of the bed first.My legs were already weak, so I couldn't use any strength from such a knock, and my buttocks hit the floor directly.

I whimpered unconsciously, because my head hurts, my throat hurts, my butt hurts, my legs hurt, all four pains come together.These pains are still uneasy, they seem to want to form an alliance, and they are stirring up waves all over my body, so that I don't know where the pain is.

I unconsciously touched my whole body with my hands, and felt uncomfortable everywhere.I was already squeamish, but I couldn't stand such torture.My spirit almost collapsed, and I curled up on the ground in despair.The wooden floor was hard and cold, but I really couldn't get up.

Lying motionless, I noticed something whitish on the floor in front of me.I reached out and rubbed it, but nothing came of it.

Lying down saves energy, my body is quiet, and I finally have the energy to start my brain that has almost stopped functioning.I suddenly understood—that white piece was not a foreign object, but the moonlight reflected by the wooden floor.

Since there is moonlight coming in, the room is not completely dark. How could I not be able to see clearly just now?I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes. It was hot and wet. It turned out that it was tears that blurred my vision.

I sniffed, pressed my cheek against the floor, and started thinking about things, first of all how I got here.

I got mad just now because the knight made a joke on me.A joke is not funny if it is not funny, why should I be angry?Why is my temper so bad?

My face shrank in again, and the tip of my nose touched the ground.A little cold on the tip of my nose made me tremble.

I was startled, and realized that I was instinctively looking for my own problems again, and then I would definitely criticize myself all over the place, and then go to flirt with him as if nothing happened.

Thinking of this, my throat felt sluggish, a gust of heat surged up, and the corner of my mouth unconsciously glanced down.After holding back and holding back, he still hummed aggrievedly.

I am so wronged.

He got mad and I blamed myself.I was angry, and I still blamed myself.I just realized that I am so humble, and it has become a habit to be humble.

Why should I blame myself?Where did I do so many wrong things?

From childhood to adulthood, I said ten sentences to him, and it would be good if he could reply me one sentence.I can say dozens of words in one sentence, and I can't wait to make metaphors and personifications, and then make parallel sentences, but he is always concise and concise, and he may not be able to explain the whole subject, predicate and object.If I don't go to him, he will never come to me.

I was all on him. He didn't kick me away, but he didn't care much about me. He just had a very casual attitude. I was completely dispensable to him.

It's too unfair.

He can make me happy for a long time by touching my head casually.Just a joking word can make me tangled up again and again.And no matter what I do, he is calm, and he doesn't even bother to give me a response.

Thinking of this, I was so sad that I was dizzy, but I immediately realized a more sad thing-even if I thought about it, I still couldn't do without him.

At this time, there was the sound of opening and closing the door outside.I sat up almost reflexively, and cautiously looked towards the door, as if I had dual perspective eyes and could see the scene outside.

I unconsciously slowed down my breathing and listened carefully to the sound of footsteps outside - getting louder and closer, and then stopped suddenly, in front of my door.

I put my hands on the ground, almost poking my fingers into it.All the complaints against him in my head just now disappeared, and there was only one unfulfilling thought-if he said sorry to me, I would forgive him.

My heart was pounding, but there was no movement for a long time.I don't even know if I was defeated by him, or if I am just an idiot who cannot be supported.I secretly changed my mind - needless to say I'm sorry, as long as he pushes the door open, I'll forgive him.I can get into his arms shamelessly and apologize to him for losing my temper.

I had just finished making a silent compromise with myself when a sound broke the silence—it was his footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, there was a very light "click" sound, followed by a series of leisurely, crackling, and there was no strength.The noise was so small, but it persisted stubbornly, with no intention of stopping—it was my tears that fell onto the wooden floor.

My door was closed all night, and I didn't open it myself until the next morning.