I just feel unwilling to accept it.
During those days, I could clearly feel your pain. When you told me time and time again that you were going to die, I felt like my heart was being torn apart piece by piece.
So even if the final result isn't good, I still want to give it a try.
At the very least, we can't let them have it easy.
If you ask me whether it's worth it...
It's all worth it if it's for you!
Having finished writing this, Song Qingrong put down her pen, and I helplessly rubbed my temples.
I have to admit, she was absolutely right.
She seemed to be able to guess my thoughts.
But the more I did this, the more I felt sorry for her.
I feel I'm not good enough for her sincerity.
Because before this, and even now, I'm not sure if I love her.
Of course, it could also be...
However, this possibility is somewhat vague.
At this moment, a sentence came to mind.
In matters of love, the two people are never equal. One person will always give more than the other, and one person will always have to play the role of the one who gets hurt the most.
ups and downs.
That is the essence of love.
As I watched Song Qingrong walk onto the bed, for the first time in a long time, I had a thought: if I could, if I had another chance, I hoped that Song Qingrong wouldn't be that character.
if……
There really is a future.
Then I will definitely fall in love with her, I definitely will!
I walked over to Song Qingrong's side and sat on the edge of her bed as before, except that she hadn't fallen asleep yet and was just lying on the bed looking at the scenery outside the window.
The night was dark, and it seemed to be raining.
The window wasn't closed properly, and the wind blew in unsurprisingly, accompanied by rumbling thunder. Song Qingrong shrank back, but after a while, she got up and went to the window to close it.
Just then, her phone rang.
After answering the call, Song Qingrong forced a smile and said, "Mom, why did you think of calling so late?"
"Tomorrow is your birthday, and Mom plans to come and celebrate with you."
"What would you like to eat? Mom will go buy groceries in advance and cook it for you."
Song Qingrong thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat pork ribs."
"Braised pork ribs".
When she hung up the phone and returned to bed, she had a doll in her hand.
I recognize that doll.
That was the second year after I met Song Qingrong. I went with her to try and win a plush toy, a Cinnamoroll.
At that time, she said: "Xu Ruo, if you ever make me angry, I'll treat it as you and beat you up."
I didn't care at the time, and just laughed and said, "Whatever, just don't hug me to sleep at night, so people won't misunderstand."
I never expected this.
This time, she finally managed to hug it.
"Xu Ruo".
"Didn't you promise to spend my birthday with me every year?"
"You broke your promise again."
Song Qingrong curled up and murmured softly, while simultaneously hugging the baby in her arms even tighter.
"Yes, I broke my promise again." I sighed softly.
After thinking for a moment, I said, "Happy birthday."
The wind outside grew stronger.
The rain finally started to fall.
The flash of lightning shone through the window onto Song Qingrong's face, and I seemed to see all the memories of my past with her.
As if possessed, I walked to the desk again. Sure enough, perhaps the world has discovered a new way to punish me.
The diary has returned to the beginning, this time on the second page.
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