long regret

They said those things in intermittent, crying voices.

I looked down and saw the marble floor in front of me, gray, blood-stained, and soiled.

It is completely impossible to see that the entire ground has been stained red by his blood.

How easy it is to die alone.

How insignificant it is in such a war-torn era.

So do I.

He is insignificant to other people, to Datang, and to Jiangshan.For me, it's the whole world.

I saw the spiritual tablet he made for me.

The position of Chang Han, the owl cavalry general of Tiance Mansion—his wife Ye Wuyou stands in his hand.

He put his name behind such a title, which is said to mean entering the family tree.

I finally got him.

Finally lost him.

There was no light in front of my eyes, and the whole world was pitch black. I slowly knelt down and touched the ground in a panic in this pitch black world.

Did he leave me nothing.

I can't see anything, I'm blind, only the endless roaring in my head.

My head hurts enough to split.

I wanted to call him, I never had the ability to ask him anything, but suddenly I really wanted to call his name, begging him not to walk so fast like this.

Don't go so fast.

I love him very much.

I once said that I was terrified that he would hate me and leave me, I couldn't bear the long years without him, just me alone.

But it turned out to be true.

What's even more frightening is that he finally understood one thing, his feelings for me are also called "like".

As I said, I don't expect him to like me, I don't ask for this.

If possible, without this "like", I can live a life of self-deception.

I don't ask for this, I don't want this, compared with being able to see him, I don't want this.

I've never felt so miserable.

My finger was scratched by a stone on the ground, I just felt very unwilling and aggrieved.

There has never been such a strong grievance.

I finally tried to open my mouth to complain about him, but the tears came out first, I still couldn't see anything, and my head still hurt so badly that I couldn't think.

hatred.

But I don't know what to hate.

I can only utter the little bit of mourning that is left in my life like a dying person.

I shouted to the dark world, to him who was the only one who appeared in this hopeless world: Come back!

It's endless darkness.

He was the same as ten years ago, his clear eyes seemed to have no emotion in them.

Yes, he is a person who doesn't understand feelings, so pure, like a blank sheet of paper.There is no one in the world who has the heart to leave any traces in his heart.

Or, you can't keep it.

I don't want to either, I said I don't need it.

I regret it.

In that dark world, I shouted at him: I beg you, come back.

But suddenly there was a different look in his eyes, and he said to me: Chang Han, I found out that I like you.

Then the whole person is like a dandelion, dissipating in the cold wind.

I regret it, I can't wait to crush myself, but I can't heal this hatred.