His heart began to ache, he began to panic, he began to hate.
He hated himself for leaving her alone in the hospital.
He knew she was going to be scared.
She has always been very timid, and when the Filipino maid said that when he was not by her side, she would light a few incense candles at the bedside every night to sleep peacefully.
Now that he had left her in the devilish operating room, he should have expected her to cry, he should have expected her to run away.
But why did he make such a stupid decision?
He stood there with his eyes closed, his fists clenched, the guilt devouring his reason like a devil, and he was only embarrassed and vulnerable at the moment.
But now is not the time to feel guilty, he still has to go to her.
He opened his teary eyes, his desperate eyes staring at the bottomless forest in front of him, the last of his disappointment.
He longed for God to have his girl there waiting for him.
He was about to walk with his feet up, when the soles of his shoes suddenly stepped on a piece of softness.
He looked down and saw that it was a white glass skirt half-hidden in the snow.
His brow furrowed, and he leaned down to pick up the skirt.
White skirt glass belt, yarn trick.
It was, he remembered, the gauze dress she wore today.
I still remember that a few months ago, she danced under the cherry blossom tree in this dress, and when he walked up to her, she ran over with her skirt and asked him, "Is it beautiful?"
The hand holding the skirt trembled slightly, and his cold tears fell into the skirt, which was condensed into ice by the frost, deep and solemn.
His deep gaze shifted from crony to the snow on the ground, eager to find more clues about her.
Suddenly, he saw a few wisps of green silk lightly hidden in the snow, he shook his hand to pick it up and let go of the tip of his nose, and a burst of fragrance overflowed the tip of his nose.
It was a taste that belonged to her, faintly like a newborn flower.
Smelling the faint scent, he unconsciously remembered the scene of his beloved girl sleeping on the snow like an angel abandoned by God, letting the snowflakes splash her cheeks and let the frost freeze her body.
She is helpless, she is pitiful, she is wronged, she is miserable, she hates, she resents.
She cried.
Her heart was full of mixed feelings.
Eventually, she got up and ran away, dropping the ribbon of her life.
Is that so The choking in his throat made it a little difficult for him to breathe, and he could only gasp for breath, and his eyes red with tears made him feel like a madman.
In the past, he was arrogant and indifferent, and he was invincible, but now there is only an incomprehensible despair left in his body.
He tightened his grip on the hem of his skirt and stepped into the misty forest.
It was already late at night, and the animals were sleeping peacefully.
The mother fox slept in a hollow with her baby.
The firefly and its friends inhabit the mud.
The fawns have also returned to their distant homeland.
The whole world fell silent, only him.
He was the only one who searched the misty forest like a madman.
The mud stained his shoes and socks, and he didn't care.
The vines tied him down, and he didn't care.
Jing Hyuk scratched his cheek, and he didn't care.
He doesn't care about anything.
That's right, after all, in this world, all he cares about is the girl he loves.
I don't know how long he walked until he came to a different place.
It was a sparkling blue lake, and perhaps because of the heavy snowfall, there was not a single swan or duckling on the lake.
It stands to reason that such a quiet place was not worth his stop, but he stopped. oshow7 t1706231537: