She had expected him to help her and release her crew without hesitation, as she had remembered the friendship they had made three years earlier, and now that she was so determined not to disturb him and his new girlfriend anymore.
But she later realized she was wrong.
Not only did he not help her, but he also tried to hurt her and insult her.
She really didn't want to think about how he tortured and ruined herself.
So I directly shifted my mind to the current matter.
Today, he indiscriminately forced her to apologize to a waiter for what he called love at first sight.
So far.
She finally understood.
Three years ago, I must have been entrusted to a non-person, and I loved a non-person.
The man she loved three years ago may not be the loving God she imagined at all.
It's not the loving God who will tolerate all her willfulness, all her nonsense, and spoil her life in her little world.
Rather, a demon.
One pretends to be infatuated when he is interested in her, pretending to be in love.
But once I'm no longer interested in her, I don't miss the old feelings at all.
Treat her as a shoe, as garbage.
I want to kill her every moment and torture her demons.
She closed her eyes, and when she closed her tearful eyes, she felt a tingling in the bottom of her pupils, wondering if there were too many tears or some other reason.
But she couldn't care about it so much, at this moment she just wanted to cry out loud.
It's really that simple.
She let go of the beige gauze curtain in her hand, covered the quilt covering her chest with both hands, slept on the pillow and looked at the sea view outside the window, her face that had endured crying for a long time was wrinkled, and tears were pouring in her eyes, and she looked grief-stricken.
Actually, she didn't want to cry.
She also wanted to be strong.
But I suffered so much grievance for no reason.
After suffering so many grievances and humiliations, she had nothing but crying.
What else can be done to soothe my poor, scarred heart?
She slept on her side on the bed and looked out the window at the waves rolling in the sea, and kept frowning her face and crying silently.
She seemed to want to cry until she was old, and she would stop crying until the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten.
But alas, God didn't allow her to cry for that long.
"Knock" The floor-to-ceiling clock in the left corner of the living room struck a heavy sound, signaling the arrival of ten o'clock in the evening. “” As soon as the bell fell, her cell phone on the bedside table rang, and a string of beautiful and sad notes floated in the air.
The notes were beautiful, but she didn't like them.
Because someone called her.
Someone calls her, it means she's going to get up and answer that call.
That means that she can't continue to cry and can't continue to let go of the grievances in her heart.
She stopped crying, gasping for tears, biting her lip and looking at the phone ringing on the bedside table with her big eyes and resentment.
It was some damn person calling her right now She thought grumblingly.
Although I was super reluctant to answer the call, I was afraid that the other party was in a hurry, so I finally supported the bed with my hands that had been stiff and numb because I hadn't moved for a long time, and then sat up with my stiff body that had been stiff all day.
As she sat up straight, she felt like she was about to fall back on the bed.
In order to prevent herself from falling back into bed after finally sitting up, she quickly leaned her body against the headboard. oshow7 t1706231537: