She didn't answer, her eyes were full of fear and grievance, and her mouth was still whimpering in various tones, as if she hadn't heard his words at all.
He was a little disappointed, but now that time was pressing, he gave her a deep kiss under her big wet eyes, and then got up and strode out of the operating room.
Two o'clock in the morning.
The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved, and there is only a thin cloud in the sky, like a light veil, a smoke, like flying, more like her, lonely and helpless.
She was now running across the endless snowfield, her gauzy skirt scratching the fresh snow on the ground, leaving dreamlike scars.
Where she wanted to run Nobody knows.
She didn't know it herself.
She ran along the front of the snowfield, and finally stopped in the middle of the snowfield, turning her head to look around like a lost child.
But she didn't see anything.
Maybe it's because her heart has been lost She slowly lay down and slept on her side on the cold snow, letting the snow wet her clothes, foaming her long hair and blurring her tears.
She had been secretly fleeing the hospital for hours, and no one knew why she was fleeing.
Maybe it's because she longs to be free.
Or maybe it's because she craves mercy Right.
That's right.
She ran out in search of something as lonely as she was, so that she could tell herself that she was not an outcast of God.
It doesn't matter if it's a man, it's an animal, it's a flower, it's a river.
Who cares She got up from the snow and kept running.
She ran to a stop in front of a magnolia tree that had lost all its leaves, and found a lonely bird perched on its branches.
She smiled, reached out and touched the bird's head, and cried and asked it, "Bird, are you as lonely as I am?"
But the little bird shook her head, and she turned her head to look and saw that another little bird was flying in the air at this moment, staying beside the little bird, snuggling up to each other.
Her stroke of the bird paused in mid-air, and her heart was half dead.
But she didn't give up.
She believes that there will always be a lonelier animal in this world than her.
She continued to run forward with her white gauze skirt, the white glass skirt accidentally fell to the ground, she looked sideways, and continued to run forward before she had time to pick it up At a glance, there is no such beautiful woman in this world.
It's a pity that beautiful flowers are destined to die young.
She ran into a deep forest, looking around with the hem of her long skirt, eager to find her soulmate.
She guessed that the forest was so big, there must be animals that were more lonely than her.
She walked all the way down the forest.
As she passed by a pine tree, she met the mother fox and her baby, who were picking up pine cones on the ground.
As she passes through the dense bushes, she meets the baby fireflies and their friends, who are frolicking their lamps on their own.
As she passed by the river, she met the fawn and her lover, who were kissing each other in love.
Everywhere she went, the animals she saw came in pairs.
There seemed to be no lonelier child in the whole forest.
Maybe she's God's outcast She was lost, her heart ached, and she walked to the lake with her head bowed like a clown. oshow7 t1706231537: