If love could come back

The two figures walking one behind the other gradually opened up the distance. It wasn't that the person in front was walking too fast, but that the person behind was walking slowly and slowly like a machine.

Hearing the footsteps behind him suddenly stop, Qin Nuoyan turned around on the spot, and quietly looked at Xu Xiaoli who seemed to be taken away from her soul from a distance.

"I'm a suspect."

The two spent half a minute in silence before she finally whispered a few words.

"Hmm." Qin Nuoyan raised his eyebrows, humming softly, seemingly carelessly.

"The biggest suspect is me!" There was a trace of excitement in her voice.

"and then?"

"..."

When asked by him, she didn't know how to answer, she didn't know what kind of "then".

"I used to be the object of your suspicion, and I was the number one suspect." Qin Nuoyan approached her with an indifferent tone.

"...that's not the same at all."

Qin Nuoyan smiled, looked at her leisurely, and asked, "What's different? What's different?"

How could it be the same?

When he said that he was once considered a murder suspect, she thought of Ivy for no reason.Thinking of the time they dined together, what Ivy said, in a very firm tone - I believe Ryan.

She just knew.

It turns out that there is a kind of trust that can be so firm, so absolute, so unreserved, so pure that there is no trace of doubt. What kind of two people can do this?

Love.

The words in front of her suddenly flashed, which made her startled, and a few gleams of desolate light shone into her heart, reminding her: It is not easy to trust a person wholeheartedly, let alone - she and him are nothing.

Really, different.

So, she has no right to ask for [-]% trust, does she?

A drop of tears fell silently.

She couldn't convince herself that she couldn't bear the weight of tears anymore.

Qin Nuoyan lowered his eyes, staring at her calm face quietly, and the crystal teardrops slid down his cheeks, like a shooting star in the dark night, flashing away.If it weren't for the turmoil in her eyes, he would have thought she was fine.

Transparent tears, more like the result of giving up all colors in despair.

She looked like a wronged little girl standing there vulnerable and helpless, but clenched her lower lip tightly, not wanting to let the sound of sobbing leak easily, but the poor tender lips were ravaged and turned white , he thought that if it was only a second longer, a small drop of blood would ooze out.

A woman's tears are really...

Unexpectedly, she would cry immediately, Qin Nuoyan was slightly embarrassed, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his face, but he still took a step forward, stretched his arms to embrace the crying person, and sighed: "Cry out, no one will see."

The act of caring warmed her heart. The warm current ran straight into the eye sockets, heating up the lacrimal glands. The moisture in the eyes quickly condensed, and the teardrops slid down, one, two, three... burst into tears in an instant.

His face was buried in his warm chest, his little hands were tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, his slightly trembling shoulders, the sound of sobbing seemed to be there, did he even have to endure crying like this?However, he didn't want to force her, he just patted her back lightly, comforting her silently.

From a distance, the quiet and affectionate atmosphere makes one unable to bear to step forward to disturb it.

LoSir was obviously stunned, with a look of disbelief, and wanted to rub his eyes to see if he was hallucinating.In the next second, his incredible eyes blended into embarrassment and astonishment, and he slowly turned to the person beside him who also stopped.

Kingsley's face was a little dark, and he looked straight at the two people in front of him. The expression in his eyes was deep and complicated, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Seeing this, LoSir couldn't help but want to step forward, but a long and slender palm stood in front of him to block his movements.

"Kings!"

LoSir frowned and looked at him puzzled, Kingsley just shook his head slightly.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

As a good friend of Kings, he sees many things, and he already knows it well.Obviously never let it go, obviously reluctant to part with it, obviously still thinking about it, but - really, he, a bystander, couldn't help becoming anxious!

How could the party be so calm?For yourself, shouldn't you work hard to fight for it?

He, of course, knows what he is doing very clearly.

Her tears are clearly visible.

Even from a distance, he could know that she was crying.He was obviously very sad but he didn't let himself go, instead his whole body trembled involuntarily because of trying to suppress it.

His heart was unavoidably clenched and tight, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It's already hard to tell if it's the pain of not being able to bear her tears streaming down her face, or the pain of watching her fall into someone else's arms.

Once, he thought that the two of them could go back to the beginning, and even naively imagined that maybe they could still be friends.However, that was just his own wishful thinking.

At that time, he didn't put himself in her shoes at all, and he didn't even consider her feelings. He just wanted to restrain her in this way, because he didn't want to break up too easily, and didn't want to become strangers with her. , do not want to lose such a friend.

So despicable, so selfish, so going my own way.

Even, stubbornly embarrassing her.

If it were him, would he be able to calmly face the person who hurt him like that?

That night, by the seaside, her heartbroken expression was deeply imprinted on his heart, always reminding him—that despicable self.Feelings should not be allowed to come and go as soon as one party calls, that is trampling on other people's emotions.

Endless apologies.

He hoped to make amends as a friend, comfort her, and accompany her, but he found that there was no place around her that could accommodate him.

An indescribable feeling told him that something important was quietly slipping away from his life, and the uncontrollable fear that couldn't be kept was entangled with deep anxiety and breeding in a corner deep in his body.

At that moment, he suddenly woke up!

His original decision had already drawn an insurmountable gap between the two of them.In an instant, words like self-confessed, self-inflicted, self-reaped, self-inflicted, and self-sufficient... seemed to fill his mind just to ridicule him.

Until another man shows up.

Only then did he see his own heart more and more clearly.What friend?That's all just a self-defeating excuse.Ask yourself, is he really willing to stick to his status as a "friend"?

In the days without her company, I understand why missing is bitter.

Her frown and smile are so precious, so beautiful, she had had it but lost it.

Whenever he thinks of her, the warmth overflowing in his heart, how could he be willing to let it go?

Even though this cognition came too late and too slow, he still wanted to start over, but he was afraid of disturbing her, and even more afraid of hearing her rejection.Such a timid self, if he wanted to stand in front of her again, he could only choose a cautious way, not daring to indulge at all.

Just like now, her tears also taught him to stop, but this time it was not for cowardice.

"You can still stand here, just watching like this? Are you really willing to let go?" Gordon asked in a tone of disapproval.

"If——this is her choice, I have nothing to say." Kingsley said quietly, keeping his eyes on the two embracing in front of him for a moment, but the next sentence seemed to be whispering to himself, "I have no what right..."

Even if he runs over now, what can he do?She looked so bad, he didn't want to add trouble, didn't want to add trouble to her.He can't let impulse override reason, that won't help.

What's more, there are more important things to do now.

What are you kidding? !

Gordon stared at his back in disbelief. As he walked away step by step, Gordon's gaze slowly lowered, but he was stunned forcibly!

The extremely surprised eyes fixed on Kingsley's right hand, which was clenched into a fist with white knuckles hanging down beside him, trembling slightly and unable to let go for a long time...

The author has something to say: When a loved one is sad, he can't be by his side or hold her in his arms. Kingsley's feelings are probably like people who know how warm they are when they drink water.