The light flickered, and the figure in the bustling crowd just looked at her.

Bo Huan's feet are stiff there.

There was a shock in the head.

But in the blink of an eye, the figure that was still in the crowd just now was like a mirage, which disappeared in an instant.

Bo Huan reacted and quickly opened besiege's hand and rushed to look for it.

Bessier's hands were mercilessly pulled apart, and his warm body was lost in his arms. His heart seemed empty. Standing there, at a certain moment, it was like being poured down from the top of his head with a basin of ice water.

He finally took a deep breath as she left in a hurry. His fingers ran through the chestnut hair and clenched them tightly.

The next second he turned around, took a bottle of wine directly from the bar, and drank it with his head up.

The pungent liquid slid down his throat, making his whole body hot and dry, but his throat became hot and painful.

But it's not as painful as the heart.

What kind of man makes her so special.

Special feelings let him hate, want to let that man disappear in this world forever.

What's good about that man.

Clearly they are the same kind, clearly he can let her unrestrained, do not need to consider any, but she is absolutely committed to that man.

Yes, with him, she is indifferent.

But for that man, he was dead set.

Bo Huan is looking around in the crowd, but there are too many people. The high decibel music stimulates her eardrum, and her head is buzzing noisily.

Is that him.

Is it really him?!

But how could he come?!

Isn't he tied up in a lot of business and can't leave?

But how could she meet him here in Algeria.

Is she wrong in the end!!?

Bo Huan looked at him disappearing in the crowd. Her heart, which was not easy to get from dead silence to beating, sank down again.

“……”

He disappeared and disappeared, leaving her wondering if it was her own illusion.

She completely lost interest in the pub, slowly pushed the door open and left.

After going out, different from the fire and noise inside, it was quiet outside, and a few cars drove by sporadically on the road.

The street lamp is pouring Yingrun light. She looks up and sees that the moths around the street lamp are constantly colliding.

Even with a broken head.

“……”

With her eyes back, the roadsides on both sides of the tavern were empty, without any figures.

Huan: "thin..."

In the night, she had a long sigh of relief, but the bottom of her heart is still very stuffy, like a stone, let her some breathless.

At that time, bessier hugged her.

If it's really him -

Bo Huan's eyelids beat violently, raised his hand and stroked his forehead, rubbing his temples while walking.

It shouldn't be him.

……

She's never been so tangled.

I hope it's him.

I hope that person is not him.

She walked with her coat wrapped around her head. The tall shadow was pulled by the street lamp for a long time.

**

the sound of the current washed her body.

Suddenly, Bo Huan opens the bathroom door and comes out wrapped in a loose bathrobe.

The house is still the top floor of the old city. Although it has a long history outside, it is clean and comfortable.

She went to the balcony to brush her short hair. Her hair was a little long. She said goodbye to her ears and drew a perfect profile.

Just as she was about to smoke a cigarette, suddenly -

"Dong Dong Dong."

There was a knock at the door.

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