Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

At this critical moment, time seemed to freeze, and her eyes finally reached their limit, unable to bear the overwhelming sadness. In an instant, strings of crystal clear tears poured out like a flood that broke through the dam with a forceful and unstoppable force.

The tears flowed recklessly along her face, which was already as pale as the snow in winter. Every tear left a visible and shocking tear mark on her delicate skin. These tear marks were like deep wounds, mercilessly hurting her already fragile and shaky heart.

These drops of heartbroken tears are like a pearl necklace with a broken string. Each of the beads has lost its restraint and is scrambling to roll down. They are endless and seem to never stop. When these thunder and water hit the hard ground below, there will be a crisp and heartbreaking sound.

Every time a crystal teardrop slid down her snow-white cheek and came into close contact with the hard and cold ground, a tiny teardrop that seemed insignificant but particularly eye-catching would splash out. At that moment, this teardrop seemed to be a true reflection of her already broken heart.

In front of this cruel and ruthless real world, her heart was as fragile as a piece of thin paper, vulnerable to a single blow. A slight impact could easily cause it to break into countless tiny fragments, which were scattered like stars in the surrounding freezing air, flashing a faint but heartbreaking light. Anyone who saw this scene would be filled with pity.

At this moment, Han Chunming seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious and powerful force, and time seemed to have completely stopped for him. He stood there quietly, like a carefully carved, lifelike sculpture, without moving. His eyes, as deep as the sea and as hot as fire, were like two burning torches, emitting dazzling light.

The two rays of light were firmly fixed on Su Meng's receding figure not far ahead. As the distance grew, her back became increasingly blurred. However, Han Chunming's gaze was so focused and persistent that it seemed to penetrate the hazy vision and reach deep into Su Meng's heart. He longed to engrave every smile, every frown, and every subtle movement of Su Meng deeply into the bottom of his heart, forever.

The gentle breeze was like a gentle and quiet messenger, blowing slowly towards this side with light steps. It was like an invisible hand, gently caressing Han Chunming's face, which should have been handsome, but now looked a little haggard due to his sorrow. Although the touch brought by the breeze was so soft and delicate, full of care and comfort, however, for Han Chunming's heart, which was entangled in endless sorrow, this little warmth still seemed insignificant, and could not calm the layers of ripples quietly surging deep in his heart.

The emotional waves hidden deep in his heart were like a vast ocean raging under a violent storm, stirring up turbulent waves. Wave after wave of fierce impacts hit his fragile heart like a heavy hammer, making it shaky and almost broken.

Those beautiful and warm memories of the past years, at this moment, were like a fierce flood that suddenly broke through the dam, surging into his heart with overwhelming force. They came with such force that it seemed as if they were going to completely swallow up Han Chunming and drown him in this vast torrent of memories.

The moving scenes he had experienced in person were like an old movie projector that had gone through many years but still worked tenaciously. It slowly turned in the depths of his mind, projecting a series of interlaced images of light and shadow. These images were so clear that they seemed to be within reach, and every detail was meticulously portrayed, vivid, as if it had just happened yesterday, which made him feel endless emotions and thoughts.

I still remember that time, the sun was bright and warm, like a thin golden veil, gently covering them. They held hands, and walked lightly and leisurely, as if walking on the clouds. The buildings on both sides of the streets were scattered, and red lanterns were hung under the quaint eaves, swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling an ancient story.

They walked slowly, interlocking their fingers, feeling each other's warmth in their palms. Along the way, laughter and joy echoed in the air, and they shared every bit of their lives, with laughter and tears. In those sweet moments, they would smile at each other, and without words, they could read the deep affection in each other's eyes; and when they encountered setbacks and difficulties, they would snuggle up to each other and give each other the most sincere comfort and encouragement.

Every exchange is like two meteors colliding violently in the air, bursting out brilliant sparks, which reach the deepest part of each other's hearts. And every moment of eye contact seems to stop time, and the emotions contained in it are like a masterpiece, which is better than a thousand words even though it is not expressed in words.

Those warm and touching moments are like the bright stars in the night sky, each emitting a unique and dazzling light. They are carefully inlaid in the long river of memory like pearls, becoming more precious and rare with the passage of time, and becoming the most priceless treasure in the journey of life. Even if time passes quickly and the stars move, these beautiful memories still shine brightly, deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul, and no one can erase them.