Tang Qing stood in the door. She lowered her head and whispered, "if it was you before You won't regret it. "
"There will be no one in the world who will not regret doing something wrong."
"If you do something right, it's the subjective idea of the person who does it, not someone else can judge." She sighed softly, "the man Never regret it. " Because he never felt like he was wrong.
Xiao Fengting heard a little tired and cool in her voice. It was like a glass of water that had been boiling and gradually cooled down. No matter how much temperature was poured into it, it seemed that she could not be warmed again.
He clenched his finger slightly and whispered in a low voice outside the door: "he will regret it If the person you are talking about is really me, I can tell you that he will definitely regret giving up you. Qing'er, if you hate me, can you give me a chance to stay and make up for it
Qinger.
She didn't quite understand how he suddenly called her that name, but she remembered that the voice had called her so many times.
He used to hold her in such a voice to read Shakespeare's sonnets to her, and he also whispered her name tenderly and affectionately between the beds, and held her hand to call her again and again; later, he also told her with such a voice, obliquely, that everything is cheating you, and I don't love you.
He has never given her a chance to repent, nor let her have a whole body to retreat. She has never been forgiven by him. Why ask her to forgive now?
There has never been a fair deal between them, as if she had never asked him to use his life to save her. He rushed to hold her and held her in his arms to resist the impact of the explosion with his own flesh and blood. When she wanted to know the purpose of his doing so, he had lost his memory.
She lost her bright right eye. She insisted on not implanting the retina. In this way, she could remember the pain of gouging out the heart. She told herself again and again that she could never forgive the pain. However, it became ridiculous between life and death.
The world is courting, licking honey with the edge of the knife. After tasting the taste for the first time, it is close to cutting the tongue She couldn't ask for, couldn't love, couldn't touch, and retreated step by step. Finally, she was forced into such a ridiculous situation.
If he died, perhaps she would not need to be so embarrassed now.
If he lives well, he does not lose his memory, and the contradiction between them may have been cleared up between life and death.
But he fell into such a ridiculous situation, let her even hate his mood can not mention, he is clearly he, and clearly is not him, he is clean and unrequited like her, with such a face, such a voice, expression of love for her.
God knows how much she wants to laugh. The reincarnation in this world is too absurd. In this world, where is Xiao Fengting's sincerity hidden?
What exactly does it mean and how to do it that she can really extricate herself from the three words "Xiao Fengting"?
With a slight effort, she closed the door and cut off the man's voice outside.
She squatted down the door, holding her legs and burying her face on her knees.
That's it, she thought. Let him go. She doesn't want to be mixed with these three words any more. She has brought him back and has nothing to do with her. She doesn't need his regret or his apology. She just needs him not to appear in front of her all his life.