Looking back now, I realize that Song Qingrong had already hinted at it to me back then.
Those two expressions were one of a little person wearing a green hat, and the other of someone covering their mouth and chuckling.
But Song Qingrong was unaware of this...
Back then, I actually knew everything.
However, I never expected that I was such a person in Song Qingrong's eyes back then—unlucky, pitiful, a joke, someone she could even find amusement in.
What's that word again?
A digital pet?
Thinking of this, I sighed with a wry smile. I knew I wasn't angry about any of this. Although my feelings were a bit complicated, I had already let go of the past.
I wonder what Song Qingrong would think if she could have imagined that things between us would develop to this point.
Will I regret it?
I looked at Song Qingrong, who was lying on the bed and seemed to have fallen asleep, and smiled. At the same time, I subconsciously wanted to turn to the next page of the diary. It wasn't until my hand passed through the diary that I realized that I was now just a wisp of a soul.
I thought to myself, "What a pity."
After all, it's not bad to be able to see some of Song Qingrong's little secrets; at least it gives me something to relieve boredom during this long night.
Then I went to the bedside. Song Qingrong was indeed asleep. I could hear her soft breathing. This was the first time I had seen her so closely. She was lying on her side, curled up slightly, and her eyebrows twitched slightly from time to time.
There seemed to be tears welling up in her eyes.
She didn't sleep well.
My heart ached as I reached out to touch her cheek, but as a soul now, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even wipe away her tears. All I could do was stand by her side, keeping her company in the most useless way.
I feel like I've fallen in love with this stubborn girl too.
Looking at her, I wish she were still the same as when we first met.
"Xu Ruo..."
"Hmm?" Suddenly, she called my name. I instinctively pulled my hand back, but I saw her shrink even tighter. She didn't open her eyes and murmured as if she were having a nightmare, "Why did you leave without saying a word?"
"you……"
"Please don't go."
"Okay!" I replied, knowing she couldn't hear me, but I still wanted to respond. I thought maybe she could hear my voice in her dreams?
My response seemed to have an effect; her furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and her voice became a little muffled.
But I could also faintly hear a few words in them.
"and you……"
"Don't lie to me."
...
I sat by Song Qingrong's bedside all night. Having become a soul, I didn't feel tired at all, but my body seemed to have become more and more blurry.
Of course, this ambiguity is limited to my own feeling.
Song Qingrong woke up around six o'clock. We looked at each other, but I could see her while she couldn't see me. She seemed to be staring at the ceiling, and after staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, she got out of bed and went straight to her desk.
I followed her, and she had already picked up her pen to write a new diary entry.
[To my late husband Xu Ruo:]
I had a dream last night, and I dreamt about you.
I told you not to leave, and you promised me.
But the dream was so short, almost in the blink of an eye, that I woke up.
You broke your promise...
You bastard!
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