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Sang Yu was silent for a long time, but then said: "I don't know if my mood has changed too much. What you did in the past, I was just surprised, without any emotion. Maybe this is because the boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Sang Yu no longer cares.

The hurts in the past still existed, and she had not forgotten them, but if she indulged in them blindly, she could not look forward.

So Sang Yu didn't give up at all, but she kept picking up a new life, knowing what true good and love were, and the past naturally became unimportant.

It's that simple.

Han Yinian was stunned. He had thought that Sang Yu would have many answers, but he didn't expect that he didn't care anymore.

So Sang Yu doesn't care about his injuries anymore?

There is no love, not even hate.

Then what else does he have that Sang Yu cares about?

Nothing at all!

Only white space remains!

Han Yinian suddenly felt ridiculous, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. He couldn't find where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going in the future.

Everyone has their own friends, lovers, and relatives.

And he has nothing.

Han Yinian felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was no longer caused by Sang Yu, but everything, everything that happened to him, made him feel uncomfortable and suffocated.

There is nothing left to talk about with Sang Yu.

Han Yinian took the initiative to hang up Sang Yu's phone for the first time.

He was in Beijing now. It was eleven o'clock in the evening. There were no lights on in the room. It was very dark. Except for the neon light outside the window, which fell on him, he was completely plunged into darkness.

The phone's screen is flashing.

Sang Yu called again.

Han Yinian had no desire to answer it. He just looked at the screen of his phone quietly, looking at it intently, and then waited for it to go out.

Eventually it went out.

The world in his eyes finally darkened.

Han Yinian's back sank into the sofa, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Except for breathing, he was like a dead man. He had no strength to support the sofa with his back.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe an hour, maybe just 1 minute.

He suddenly felt an unbearable abdominal pain. He covered his stomach and curled up on the sofa. He thought it would get better, but the pain was getting worse. He couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed to the bathroom and buried himself in the toilet, frantically. Vomiting, his stomach was empty, but he still couldn't stop vomiting.

Finally, Han Yinian held his stomach and rinsed his mouth.

He really wanted to go out, but after taking just one step, his legs became weak. He held on to the wall he could hold on to, and then gasped for air.

waste.

Useless.

A fatherless son of a bitch.

These sounds suddenly penetrated his ears.

Like a childhood nightmare, it lingers and cannot be shaken off.

However, these sounds were quickly destroyed by "Hello, classmate".

It was the library of Beijing University. He was reading a book when a man broke into his world and asked him if there was an empty seat next to him.

That's Sangyu.

Han Yinian was like a creature crawling in the darkness, feeling the warmth of the outside world for the first time, even though he could tell at first glance that Sang Yu was not a cheerful and sunny person, but the same kind of person as him.

It's just that he is drowning in his hell, while Sang Yu desperately struggles upwards and desperately escapes from the quagmire.

Their pasts are just as painful.

But the essence is different.

He likes Sang Yu and wants to drag her into his hell and sink together.

And Yu Feiwan was leading her towards the sunshine and warmth, so no matter how hard he tried or whatever means he used, Sang Yu would not follow him to the end.

Love but not.

Nothing can be asked for.

A crushing defeat.

Han Yinian suddenly felt extremely painful.

He is so miserable, no one in this world loves him!