She looked out the window of her room at the dark clouds that seemed to be falling at any moment, and closed her eyes and burst into tears.
She hated herself.
Why so stupid.
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have ended up where he is today She stood for a long time before she steadied herself, turned and opened the bedroom door.
She had expected that there would be four strong maids standing outside her door, and as she had done the other day, she would follow her as soon as she came out, and ask her where she was going, and tell her in every possible way, Mademoiselle, that you could go anywhere in this house, but that you could not leave this house.
But when she opened the door, she found that the maid who usually stood outside the door was gone.
She looked at the ancient sandalwood door in the living room again, and found that the maids there were all gone.
At the moment, she is the only one in the entire villa.
She looked at the empty room and shook her head.
Why is everyone gone?
Where have they gone?
She was still stunned at first, but after a few seconds she stumbled towards the stairs as if she was full of energy, holding on to the handrail of the hallway.
She was thinking.
Now that everyone is gone, she can run to the police station and turn herself in.
As long as she turns herself in, then he can be acquitted The excitement of the aftermath of the catastrophe hit her head for a while, making her walk faster and faster.
Even if she clearly noticed that her vision in front of her eyes was getting more and more blurred, and her steps were becoming more and more frivolous.
Even if she knew that she might faint in the next second, or die suddenly But so what There is nothing in this world that can stop her from going to the rescue of her beloved.
She was cowardly a lot of the time, and everybody said that.
She was as timid as a mouse, she was afraid of cockroaches, she was afraid of spiders, she was afraid of rats, and even the coconut on the tree she was afraid of when it would fall and hit her head and make her die.
But at times like these.
She was like a brave man.
A brave man without fear She ran to the door of the living room, reached for the sides of the door, and opened it.
A glare of light refracted from the garden outside, causing her eyes to wrinkle uncomfortably after seeing a bright light for many days.
When she opened her eyes again, she should have run out of the house, but now her whole body felt like she was petrified.
She froze in place, motionless.
The reason was that she found her lover, whom she had been thinking about for many days, walking in her direction along the neatly laid cobblestones.
Suddenly, her eyes were filled with tears and she swayed.
Is it him?
Or maybe it's just a dream She shook her head, cried out the door, and trotted in the direction of the man who was walking blankly.
After two weeks of not eating or drinking, she lost a whole circle, and the small cloth skirt that should have been suitable was blown out of the outline of the avenue by the wind.
Her rosy pink cheeks, which used to be soft, are now like a dying patient in a hospital, frighteningly white and pitiful.
Her hair, which had been neatly combed before, was now half disheveled at the back of her head, and the remaining half was left to the wind to blow messy.
Nowadays, she has no beauty at all, and if you find an elderly middle-aged woman on the street, people will find that the middle-aged woman is several grades more beautiful than her.
She used to be beautiful, but now she is as ugly and embarrassed as a midnight walking corpse.
If I had to find something appealing about her, it would be her eyes. oshow7 t1706231537: