strayed into the world

Time mightily run over the young body, rushing towards the endless future.With a flick of a finger, spring, summer, autumn, winter and spring come again, and three years can't be turned around for a moment in a dream.

In a blink of an eye—the winter of 2016.

The dark room is deliberately arranged in white.It's like a world of ice and snow, with white walls, white curtains, a big white bed and the same cold marble floor.If it is not for the extreme love of white, it must be almost abnormal mental torture.As if the color had been deliberately faded, a ray of cool moonlight squeezed into the gap, covering the shallow figure curled up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.Her delicate arms were wrapped around her bent knees, her head was tilted against the window, her eyes drooped under her soft bangs, her thick eyelashes trembling with her breathing, casting a lingering shadow of melancholy.

Days of wet and rainy days in a row always make grief worse.It was strange why my heart, which had lost its temperature for a long time, still felt cold. It should have been used to the cold long ago, but it was still trembling.

His hands were clenched tightly, and he hugged his hands a little harder, his knuckles pulled out ugly ruts on the fabric, and the tears that he had held back for a long time finally flowed down from his dark eyes, across his fair cheeks, and along his slender neck all the way Winding straight down... the heart hurts, the body is tightly curled into a ball, and the head is buried between the knees, allowing the sadness to bloom unscrupulously...

This is his entire world. Days like this have started an endless loop since the auction three years ago. Someone stopped his wheel of fate... with the hatred to destroy him.

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Ah...it's that person...that man who played with his fate in applause, as if he was born to ask for it from him.

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After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound was heard outside the door, which startled the people in the room.Confused, is he back? ... The man who brought him into this cold world, it seems that he has been away for half a month, and the last time I saw him, he was hiding behind the door and watching him secretly.I can't tell whether the messy heartbeat is due to fear or heartbeat.A man is such a contradictory existence with his life.He is the whole policy, the God who rules over his joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Quickly wiped off the tears on his face, the young man got up and walked towards the door, wanting to make sure if it was him, worry had already surfaced on his cheeks, he knew that that person hated him, no, it was hatred, deep enough to suffocate him, as long as If touched, it will be burnt to death.

So, he was afraid of him, but he was powerless to resist... Just like a spinning top, he made it hurt, and he also made it move.