Chapter 1935 Silent

Her brain, which had been confused for a long time, miraculously became clear at this moment. She jumped up almost instantly, crawled to the window and looked down.

It's her.

It's her.

In the dim light, she could only see her thin coat, and she didn't know what kind of clothes she was wearing underneath. Her fair neck was exposed to the cold wind, and just looking at it made her feel cold to the bone.

Her eyes turned red almost instantly, and the uncontrollable scream that was about to come out was stopped by the door slamming shut the next moment.

Her mother locked people out.

This was probably the most rude thing her mother, who had almost no temper, had ever done.

The sound of the door closing was so unhesitating, even angry, and it rejected the girl harshly.

Then her voice got stuck in her throat.

It was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and then she heard the sound of her mother's footsteps walking slowly and carefully upstairs.

She quickly wiped her face and lay down on the bed. When her mother came up and knocked on the door gently to ask questions, she made a dazed sound and said that she had fallen asleep. Then her mother let her continue sleeping and turned around and went downstairs with peace of mind.

The moment the footsteps left, she got up in a panic and rushed to the window. She was afraid that the girl had left. She hadn't seen her for a long time. She didn't feel it before, but just now she only saw a vague shadow and suddenly realized the longing that was on the verge of collapse.

The girl didn't leave, and no one called her.

She didn't know how the girl knew her home address or how she was able to find her home without her parents knowing.

She really wanted to say something to her, even if it was just to ask her if she was cold, or even if it was just to pretend to urge her to leave quickly.

She just wanted to hear her voice and see her face.

But she couldn't speak.

Even though these desires were about to burst out of her throat, she could only hide behind this window and enjoy this meeting painfully like a thief.

The girl seemed to know where her room was.

She kept staring in this direction.

It was such a cold day, and she was wearing such thin clothes, but she didn't shiver at all when standing in the wind. She just looked much thinner.

The girl kept looking up at the window, looking at the shadow behind the window that was becoming increasingly blurred.

She wanted to avoid it, she felt that she could not bear such a look, but she couldn't bear to do it.

She didn't know how much time had passed. In the dim light, she looked at the two lines of tears flowing down the girl's face.

She stood in the cold wind and began to cry silently.

She cried so hard that her whole body was shaking and she almost fell to her knees, but no sound came out.

She watched the girl squat down, then suddenly reached out and pressed the glass, pressing so hard that her knuckles turned white, and endured the dull and forceful sobs in her throat. She also saw her own face in the window.

His face was covered in tears and as pale as a ghost.

It’s hard to tell who looks more miserable, the girl crying silently in the winter night.

This was the first time she saw her after the incident. Upstairs and downstairs, through the glass windows, in the gradually darkening sky, it was like a silent movie meeting.

There was a second time later.

It was when school was about to start and the weather was a little warmer, and she thought the girl should have completed the transfer procedures and left the city.

It was a nice sunny afternoon.

One day, she was on her way out to buy stationery. As she turned a corner not far from her home, she saw the girl leaning against the wall.