If love could come back

Because the old man didn't play the cards according to the rules, that part of the content had to be cut and reshot at another day, even though everyone praised her performance that day.

It's just that, in today's age when the Internet is so developed, there are no secrets that can be hidden.

A short video of about 2 minutes apparently recorded by a mobile phone was posted on the well-known social networking site, titled "Old Gentleman from High Society" - a simple and rather ordinary title unexpectedly attracted the attention of netizens , CTR starts to climb rapidly the next day.

The content of the video is exactly the part that was edited on the day of the recording.

Those who have seen it suddenly realized how ironic the "high society" and "old gentleman" sounded!

Excessive curiosity could not be satisfied, and everyone had a great desire to learn about this old gentleman with a mosaic covering his face. It didn't take long for "an old gentleman of high society" to become a hot topic in the city.

Almost everyone around her is discussing this topic more or less.

The more they discussed, the more disturbed she became.

As long as they are acquaintances, they can recognize the people in the video at a glance just by their body shape and demeanor. She believes that Kingsley will know about this sooner or later.But, she didn't expect this day to come so much sooner than she imagined.

"I know it's not your fault."

The thin lips parted slightly, but she could still clearly see the apology and unbearable expression on the vaguely handsome face, which was so familiar.

History is repeating itself.

No matter how you compromise, there is still no result in the end, and there is only one ending.

Everything will eventually be disillusioned.

Predicting what he was going to say next, she tried to open her mouth but couldn't make a sound, even her hands and feet were restrained by an unknown force, unable to move.

So, she had no choice but to stand there, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, without even a chance to appeal.

"I thought I could make the impossible possible, I thought I could try again."

"But it turned out to be impossible."

"Between you and me, there really are too many obstacles that cannot be overcome. Even if we are barely together, we will not be blessed..."

"I now know how difficult it is for two people from different backgrounds to come together..."

"I'm sorry, just treat it as selfish... It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me..."

She wanted to shout out, wanted to tell him a lot but couldn't do anything!

Her feet were as heavy as falling weights. She was imprisoned in the same place, and she could only watch his deeply guilty eyes slowly move away in despair and helplessness, and turned around resolutely until she walked away...

She could hear her own breathing, heavy and panicked, fragmented and disorganized, the fear and anxiety of losing it almost drowned her whole body, her beating heart was ruthlessly grasped by an invisible giant palm , continued to exert force, the tight suffocation seemed to take away all her breath, so fierce and ruthless.

Even struggling seems powerless, only lingering.

She couldn't shout out with all her strength, her throat seemed to be locked, and she didn't allow a word of retention or refutation, and the despair of trying her best but in vain was advancing step by step.

Suddenly, a trace of cool moisture brushed his cheeks... Is it the sea breeze?

Looking around—the dark night, the dark tide and the surging sea, the same scene is so familiar that it is frightening.

The sea breeze suddenly became violent, so violent that it seemed to throw people on the ground!

The head-on wind blows, and a coldness spreads from the depths of the body. The biting cold makes the limbs lose consciousness... The only thing that can still feel is the ears, and the sound of sorry keeps ringing, echoing over and over again, telling The deep and guilty voice was like a nightmare, just unwilling to let her go easily, lingering in her ears.

When all the feelings are exchanged for only one sorry, what is left for her?

I don't want to make myself more miserable.

She resisted, shook her head weepingly, moved her feet in panic, and stepped back——

Suddenly, the soles of her feet were empty, her center of gravity dropped sharply, and the huge fear of being unable to grasp anything was too striking and real. She couldn't help but screamed, her body trembled heavily, and when she opened her eyes, the scene in front of her was very familiar—— The ceiling that she can see every morning when she opens her eyes has been the ceiling for more than ten years.

...not the seaside?

She blinked slowly, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, only to realize that her eyes were already full of tears.

The lingering palpitations of the violent beating were unstoppable, she hugged the quilt and sat up, panting lightly, her chest heaving and unsteady, and looked around again uncertainly - she was indeed in her room.

Is it a dream?

The small lamp by the bed had been forgotten to turn off all the time, and it silently worked hard to emit a faint light. In the dim room, it seemed to be the last light she left for herself.

what time is it?

She turned her head and saw it was two eleven in the morning.

Stretching out her hand to wipe her wet cheeks, she lifted the quilt, only to realize that she was sweating like a slippery snake from the collar of her sleeves.

Her face went blank for a second, then she got off the bed.

Opening the closet, I found a change of clothes and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but when I turned around, I accidentally swept off the small potted plant on the bedside.

Clang!

The shattering sound was particularly clear and shocking in the quiet night.

The small potted plant fell heavily on the floor, and the small ceramic flowerpot shattered into several pieces, and the flower mud spilled all over the ground. The originally green plant fell into the flower mud like losing its vitality in an instant... Grabbing the clothes In her hand, she lowered her eyes expressionlessly, staring at the messy scene in front of her, without looking away for a long time.

The beauty that used to be, no longer exists.

A crystal fell and dripped beside the flower mud, branding a small circular watermark.

The second drop, the third drop... Tears fell in strings like broken pearls.

The bitterly imprisoned emotions completely collapsed in just a moment. She leaned against the closet, but her body still slumped down. Everything in front of her eyes was blurred by the welling up tears. tingling.

The grief in her body made her tremble involuntarily, and she could only bite her lips tightly. The delicate and tender lips were helplessly and painfully ravaged by the white teeth, and the pale lips were the last begging for mercy.

She suddenly felt so cold that she didn't want to resist anymore.

I buried my head between my knees like escaping, weeping late at night, silently, who would know?

The author has something to say: I wish you all a happy new year and great success!