Chapter 092 Chapter 92
"Do you think I did something wrong?" Wen Qu looked at Furong and asked.
"How can I comment on this?" Furong turned her face away and refused to answer.
"I can feel that you sneered in your heart, you are mocking me. Do you care about him so much? Even after he did so many things, you still care about him so much. I really don't understand what you are thinking." Wen Qu stared at Furong, with a complicated mood, gritting his teeth, like a cat looking at the mouse on the beam but unable to catch it.
The strong wind blew past the window. Although the window was closed, it was slapping loudly, as if slapping one slap after another in the face. It was embarrassing. I lowered my head and couldn't even raise my eyes. It seemed that I couldn't help crying as long as I looked at something. I didn't know whether it was because of pain, grievance, or loss.
It was already a cold autumn. Although it was said to be cool and crisp, the sky was pale. The thin clouds were surging and slowly drifting away, like a shapeless child that was washed clean of blood by the spring water and rose to the sky to block the sun.
The blue sky was looming behind the white mist, like a pair of huge eyes, hiding behind countless people, peeking at everything in the world that was trying to hide.
"I don't care about him." Furong closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then sighed, like a person who was about to die, breathing in the last breath of fresh air, and then sighing out all the melancholy. Wenqu
sneered: "I guess only you will believe this."
It means that you can just fool yourself, don't think about fooling others.
"Things in the world," Wenqu put on a mocking smile on his face, and said slowly, with a hint of meaning, "most of the time, the parties involved are confused, and the bystanders are clear. You'd better not get stuck in the mud."
"It's just because I'm in this mountain." Furong muttered, and suddenly laughed, as if she heard a very funny joke all of a sudden and couldn't control it.
When he laughed, it was like a glutinous rice ball that had been boiled in a pot of water for a long time and finally burst.
The soft, wrinkled white skin suddenly cracked, revealing the black, sticky, sweet, and even slightly sour and bitter filling inside. It slowly squirmed out from the crack, like a pile of insect eggs that had been dead for a long time.
He exuded an extremely decadent and painful breath.
The feeling was like standing at the door, and suddenly a gust of wind blew through, slamming open the door of the cabinet next to you, and suddenly startled you. The cabinet was still opening and closing slowly, as if someone had just come out of it.
My heart was chilled. There was a big hole in my body. I couldn't mend it or sew it up properly. I could only let the hole stay there. If I was lucky, it would leave a scar, but it would be a little ugly. If I was unlucky, the hole would stay here forever, and I would never get rid of this dream in my life.
"None of this has anything to do with you." Furong showed a deep sorrowful expression on her face and sneered, but she really had no strength, so the smile looked fragmented, like she had just grabbed a handful of dry and yellow leaves from the ground, and when she spread her hands, only some fine residue and dust were left.
It was ridiculous and pitiful.
"It has nothing to do with me? I don't think so." Wen Qu stared at Furong's expression.