"Yes, I've changed, I've changed..."
Su Luo looked helpless. People change, don't they? Was he wrong?
Was it wrong for him to break up with Song Lingshan? No, he didn't want to regret the decision he made.
Song Lingshan and he intertwined their fingers, their long, smooth, black hair cascading down their shoulders.
Bathed in the warm orange light, she seemed to be gilded, her beauty breathtaking.
But Su Luo had no interest in appreciating it at all, and said rather disappointingly.
"Can't you let me go?"
"What did you say? How could I not let you go?"
Song Lingshan panicked, feeling very guilty, but she didn't want Su Luo to find out.
Sulliganed, Su Luo asked with a smile.
"If you can let go, why do you insist on keeping me here?"
Song Lingshan completely lost her temper this time and slapped him across the face.
Su Luo didn't know if it was from pain or feeling wronged, but warm tears dripped down her cheeks and onto the pillow, instantly soaking the white pillowcase.
Looking at Su Luo's sorrowful appearance, with tears streaming down her face, Song Lingshan finally softened.
Deciding to stop bullying Su Luo, he got up and got out of bed.
Then raise your hand to turn off the desk lamp.
He lay down next to Su Luo, covered him with the blanket, and held him tightly in his arms.
"Sweetie, don't cry, I won't hit you anymore."
Why do you always provoke me? Why ask such a pointed question?
Actually, I love you so much, I love you so much.
I really want to tell you right now that you don't need to be afraid of your father anymore, he's leaving soon.
Our good days are coming.
No one will ever stop us from being together again. I will make up for all the grievances you've suffered over the years.
No one will ever hurt you again. We will protect you and ensure you suffer no harm whatsoever.
Su Luo didn't know what Song Lingshan was thinking, nor did he want to know, because he was a good-for-nothing, a complete and utter good-for-nothing.
He didn't have the courage to reconcile with Song Lingshan, nor did he have the courage to go against Song Lingshan's father.
He could only remain silent, slowly closing his eyes, his body trembling slightly.
It's finally over. I'm so tired and sleepy.
Right now, he really doesn't want to do anything; he just wants to sleep.
He should get some sleep. Once he's asleep, he won't have to think about anything. He can't solve those upsetting things, and he really doesn't want to face them. It's good to be an ostrich and stay in his warm nest.
Anyway, he'll be leaving tomorrow, so he probably won't see Song Lingshan again.
As long as I don't see her, I won't feel anxious, irritable, or in pain.
After Su Luo fell asleep, Song Lingshan sat up and turned on the bedside lamp again.
He stared intently at Su Luo's sleeping face.
For some reason, she had been looking at Su Luo's face for so many years, but she still couldn't get enough of it.
She still remembers the first time she saw him in the library. He was sitting at a table in the corner, quietly reading a book by himself. She still remembers that book; it was Hitomi Kanehara's "The Tongue Split".
That day, Su Luo wore a white shirt and faded jeans. Her skin was very white, almost glowing, and her face was so beautiful that it resembled a meticulously crafted 3D model, without a single flaw. She was otherworldly in her beauty.
This contrasts sharply with the ordinary students next to him who are wearing glasses.
With just one glance, she knew it was the right person, the one she had been looking for, the one she could spend the rest of her life with.
Song Lingshan watched Su Luo until the sun rose above the horizon, then, feeling extremely sleepy, she fell into a deep sleep.
When Su Luo woke up, she found Song Lingshan hugging her tightly, looking like she was sleeping soundly.
Not wanting to wake him, Su Luo slowly put on her slippers.
Then I went to the bathroom to wash up quickly.
After changing my clothes, I tiptoed out of the room.
He limped to room 1021 at the end of the corridor and opened the door with his key.
The pungent smell of cigarettes mixed with a strange, acrid odor wafted over.
Su Luo walked into the room with a puzzled look and glanced at the large bed. The bed had obviously been moved and was in a mess.
Was this room occupied last night? He remembered that the room was very clean and tidy when he left!
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