She shook off the drops of water from her fingers.
The bathroom door banged violently under the wind.
The sound of flushing the toilet was still echoing in the small space.
The weather suddenly turned cold. Completely cold. Wrapped the purple coat a little tighter. Hair is tied in a ponytail randomly.
There were chaotic noises in the living room.
A group of people happily played cards under the lights. Only she escaped the noise of the crowd. Hiding alone in a dark corner.
She didn't want to show her lost side.
This is not her home.
From the moment he stepped into the door, he was thinking about how to make an excuse to leave.
Simple colleagues get together. And she's only been here for less than three months.
Maybe the colleague who treated her didn't intend to invite her either. It's just that when he saw her by chance when he was calling someone else, he could understand his inner struggle from his hesitant eyes.
Reluctantly.
"I invite everyone to dinner tonight, don't forget to participate."
She huddled in that corner. Flattered and nodded.
She is still very young. Life can have thousands of possibilities. Work, fall in love, get married, have children.
Walk through every step of growth.
? If something always goes against your wishes, it must be because of other arrangements.
She doesn't like the job. Submitted her resume to many companies, and only this company hired her.
She thinks it's fate.
It's like she never knows when she will meet him.
The beginning and the end of a story are full of intriguing and unpredictable.
It has been three years since they broke up.
Three years later, we met again at an inappropriate place. he has married. The bride is her colleague.
I wanted to pretend that I didn't know him and just smiled. But when he saw a familiar face, he almost burst into tears.
Just as naive and stubborn as before. No one can do without each other, but in the end they left each other and lived happily.
They cannot go back to the past.
Having played the role of the person who loved each other the most in the world, I thought it would not be easy to find another person.
He is still the same. The three years of leaving have changed the color of the memory. The pain became less painful. It turns out that what I can't let go of is just the most inconspicuous part of my life.
what is love.
She often thinks about the answer to this question.
He was not her first love. The time when two people are together is full of dullness. What started in a muddleheaded manner ended inexplicably.
Maybe it's still not enough love. she thinks.
After leaving him. She went to work in another city. There is a boundary with the original life trajectory.
She won't be thinking about him. Can't think of any reason to miss him.
Slowly get used to a person's life.
Looking for a job alone, renting a house, moving furniture, cooking dinner alone, lying in a daze on a single bed facing the night.
Compared with the loneliness of two people, what is the loneliness of one person.
It's been three years. Been away for so long.
Want to say long time no see. It was hard to speak again.
After all, the other party is someone who once loved.
They finally smiled politely like strangers. There is nothing more to talk about.
Have they forgotten what they used to say?
Once cared deeply about each other.
In the process of toasting with colleagues, I accidentally knocked over the wine glass. The wine spilled all over his chest.
She stood awkwardly.
Although the colleagues around me said nothing. But from their disgusted eyes, it can be seen that they regard her as a burden.
Standing alone and helpless.
And he was right across from her. No caring eyes were cast on her.
She felt very disappointed and hopeless.
Hold back the tears that are about to flow.
Get out of an embarrassing situation by using an excuse to go to the bathroom.
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
No one was looking for her. A door separates her from the outside world. Also like her protective shield. She hides inside, soothing the wounded heart.
The look on his face when I saw him kept coming to my mind. There was no trace of the past in his eyes.
She couldn't find a link between them. So what if you find it. Missed is missed after all.
He won't be coming back to her.
Take a deep breath and push open the door. She pretended to be calm and walked out. The excitement still hasn't stopped.
She passed through the noise. He walked alone without saying hello to anyone. Passing by his side is as fast as a gust of wind. An imperceptible wind.
Walking on the deserted street.
she asked again. what is love?
Love is the source of happiness.
Love is heart-piercing pain.
Love is a greeting when watching.
Love is tolerance without disturbing each other after breaking up.
Love is understanding and tolerance. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com