What survives is a body with only breathing. After all, in this world, after experiencing so much despair and sadness, there should be no one who can still live completely.
No one treated her as a person.
And she herself seemed to be terminally ill, torn apart by those people.
Life and death are parallel. She also wants to leave the past and live well, but it doesn't matter that she is gradually swallowed up by the darkness.
Tang Lang looks at her.
She looks at Tang Qing.
She ignited other people's lives, but she was already in the dark.
Those people draw warmth and light from her, but they can't see that she has been pushed into hell by them.
Maybe she was one of the executioners herself.
She bit her lips slightly, a little unwilling.
*
at night.
Tang Qing had just fallen asleep when he was pushed to wake up.
Tang Lang dragged her out of bed and pressed her lips: "you follow me."
Tang Qing barefoot by her drag a few steps, reaction: "what do you do?"
"Don't ask so many questions. You go with me first." Tang Qing's tone was quick and quick. She grabbed her and ran down the corridor.
Instead of taking her in the elevator, she took the corridor instead.
In the dead of night, the sound of each other's breathing rings in my ears, oppressive and rapid.
Tang was taken downstairs with a hot breath, Tang Qing couldn't help but hold her, "where are you going to take me?"
"By the sea." Tang Tang took her out of the building. "I've got a yacht. We can go now."
Tang Qing looks at her in shock.
Tang's look was calm: "what's so surprising? The yachts are all for the guests to play with and the keys are in the hands of the staff. I slept with them and stole one by the way
She had hidden all the details in a relaxed tone.
The night was deep.
Gradually run to the seaside, the sound of the waves in my ears is getting louder and louder.
An orange yacht tied to the sea gradually fluctuates with the waves. The dark sea, the warm color yacht is particularly clear in the dark.
Tang Qing's heart also gradually fluctuated with the waves.
Tang hot quickly on the boat, and then Tang Qing pulled up, "go."
Tang Qing looked at her action, a Leng: "you go with me?"
Tang Tang quickly untied the rope, "how do you sail a pregnant woman? Can you hold the steering wheel in such a big wave? "
Tang Qing stopped her action: "you go back."
Tang Lang raised his head and looked at her deeply. Then he took back his sight. She said calmly: "Tang Qing, you are a good man. And that's what I owe you and your kids. You are recovering from a serious illness. You can't drive far. Let me sail. We may be able to avoid Gong Heng's tracking. "
Tang Qing shook her head, she pursed her lips, "no, I can. If you go back to the island, as long as you are not found by Gong Heng, you can live a good life here. "
"But what if I want to help you?" She laughed, a little helpless, "I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I envy you too much, and I'm a little confused But I want to help you. You're right. How can a child be born in a place like this? I'm only eighteen. How can I let myself rot in such a place? " She clenched the steering wheel, stepped on the gas pedal, and galloped out of the yacht like a sword, startling countless waves. "Tang Qing, after today, I don't owe you anything."