Meng Sheng seemed to be able to hear the resonance of pain emanating from his chest. She was stunned and tears fell on the fabric of his shoulders.

The air was silent for only ten seconds before she cruelly pushed him away.

He even took two steps back, putting a shoulder distance between them.

She actually didn't want this.

She originally wanted to wait until tonight to sort out her thoughts and deal with her emotions, and then talk to him calmly tomorrow.

They were both decent people, and some things just needed to be talked out.

After all, this situation... doesn't need to be too embarrassing.

But now, her chaotic mind suddenly became clear, but her tears became more and more uncontrollable, putting her into an extremely uncalm and undignified situation.

She sniffed, trying to steady her voice which was hoarse from crying so hard.

"Given our current situation, even if we were still together, we can't go back to being as free and carefree as we were in Japan. I really don't know how to face you now.

Maybe because I love you now, I can cover up this gap, then let bygones be bygones, and continue to be with you as if nothing happened, maybe everything can be solved.

But what about the future? No one can guarantee that we won't reopen this scar and rub salt into it.

If this knot is not resolved, the gap between us will only grow bigger and bigger, and it will become like a time bomb hanging between us.

I don't want the day to come when we become fed up with each other, indifferent and tired of each other, and then hysterically blame each other, criticize each other, and stab each other in the heart with the most painful knife.

I don't want to see our love start off with great fanfare, but end up with a stagnant and stagnant relationship.

Is this not what you and I want to see? Otherwise, that ending would be an apology for the sweetness, happiness, joy, and excitement we've experienced together over the past few months.

Let's preserve this beautiful memory together. It shouldn't be destroyed by any possibility. So, let's just leave it like this, Pei Sui. Let's...separate for a while and part ways amicably."

After saying that, she didn't wait for his reaction. The more she pestered him, the stronger the reluctance she felt in her heart would become.

It would be better if it were more decisive.

A short pain is worse than a long one.

She closed her eyes, let the tears flow out of her eyes, turned around and walked to the door without any reluctance, entered the password, and entered the house.

A "bang" sound echoed outside the corridor.

It was almost June and the weather in Beijing was gradually getting warmer, but when the night breeze blew over, Pei Sui still couldn't help shivering.

A crystal tear fell from that cold and indifferent eye.

When was the last time you cried?

It seemed like when he was eight or nine years old, he had a high fever and felt suffocated in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cui Xueheng standing beside his bed.

She stared at him with those ferocious, bloodshot eyes, murmuring like a spell, "Go to hell, go to hell, it's all because of you," and kept squeezing his neck with her hands.

At that time, he was a little boy and struggled desperately, but his throat was in so much pain that he couldn't make any sound.

His eyes were filled with panic, shock, and a hint of despair.

The tears just flowed down.

later……

He never cried again.

What he understood that time was that his mother's dislike was like a thin layer of frost on a winter window, which looked bright, but when touched by his fingertips it was only bitterly cold.

What he understood now was that some departures, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, could not be stopped by any tears or pleas to stay.

He was powerless and could only allow the pain of unrequited love to penetrate him completely in silence.

As soon as the door closed, Meng Sheng leaned against the door panel as if he had lost all his strength. He closed his eyes and rested for several minutes before he felt his violently beating heart calm down a little. He slowly opened his eyes.

The sadness inside still hasn't dissipated, but it seems to have calmed down a little.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face and walked into the house with heavy steps.

Now that you have made the decision, don’t look back or think about it anymore.

It's meaningless and will only bring you more sadness and troubles.

It's okay to be a little cruel and hard-hearted.

After returning to the room, Meng Sheng went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash her hair. When she was about to go to bed, she thought of Pei Sui outside the door again. After hesitating for about half a minute, she walked out of the room.

When she reached the door and saw the familiar figure still standing outside in the video on the wall, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Pei Sui hasn't left yet.

He was in the same position as when she came in, and he was still in the same position now.

She stared at the figure blankly, and felt her hardened heart showing signs of softening again.

She should have turned around and walked back to her room.

But she didn't move. It was as if her feet had taken root and she couldn't move at all.

Time passed by little by little. The two were only separated by a door, but overnight, it seemed as if there was an entire frozen strait between them.

The city's neon lights streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a fleeting, ethereal glow on the floor. Their mutual pain, like ink dripping into clear water, spread silently yet swiftly, blackening the entire night.

The love that can no longer be expressed in words will eventually be hidden in this early summer that is already a little sultry.

Pei Sui didn't enter the elevator until after eleven o'clock. His long legs, which seemed a little stiff, staggered unconsciously when he turned around.

Fortunately, he quickly regained his balance, turned his head and looked deeply at the tightly closed door. After a few seconds, he raised his leg and slowly walked into the elevator.

Short footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and each one felt like a blunt object hitting her heart.

Left.

He left.

Meng Sheng looked at the empty corridor in the video, moved his fingers that were hanging stiffly on his body, slowly lowered his eyelids, took a breath, and turned to walk towards the living room.

She stopped when she saw the azaleas on the low platform in front of the French window.

It took her a while to walk over and water each pot of flowers. She stopped to look at the plants, which made the memory of Wen Juli become clearer and brighter. Then she put it away and went back to her room to sleep.