Ronan was silent for a long time.

Finally, he whispered, "OK, I'll tell you..."

The past should have been told by her closest person.

But the man is no longer there.

She may be the only one who can tell downing the truth he wants to seek.

But Luonan didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Tang Qing's suffering to the only one left in the world.

She sighed softly.

*

an hour later, Fu Tingyuan opened the door of the ward.

In the dim light and shadow, luonanchu sat on the bed with his legs in his arms.

She was in a daze, her face was a little confused, heard him open the door in the voice, she just like the beginning of a dream to wake up in general surprised to look up.

Half an hour ago, Downing left quietly.

After listening to Tang Qing's story, she felt more peaceful than Ronan had imagined.

A person's life, told to others, is just like this, a short half an hour.

The pain, love and hate, madness, only the parties know.

What is said from other people's mouth is only a thin aftertaste.

She didn't comfort downing.

What's the use of comfort?

What's more, in the stories of those men, as the only favorite woman, if the story is told from the perspective of Downing, Tang Qing is only a simple supporting role.

The heroine is missing. The man who adores her is looking for him. He meets a woman who looks similar to the heroine and takes it as a stand in.

Then the heroine came back, and the value of the double ended.

If the story ends here, maybe the double won't end up so miserable.

But why did those people take so much from her after they took advantage of her?

It seems that after falling in love with a person, they are born to be in debt to them. All of a sudden, they are humble and have no dignity.

……

Fu Tingyuan walked over with a light expression and reached for Luonan, who was sitting alone with his legs in his arms.

He pinched her chin, looked down at her expression, lornan looked at his deep eyes, powerless hook a corner of his lips, "why look at me like this?"

"See if you are crying behind my back again." Fu Tingyuan released his hand, as if to confirm that she had nothing to do, and his tone of voice was languid, "told her everything about Tang Qing?"

"Yes. There is nothing to hide now. " All the people are dead. Hurt her, hurt her. All died in that explosion. It seems that if all things come to an end by death, they can be ignored. But Ronan still felt unwilling at first.

If Xiao Fengting and Gong Heng deserved to die, what did Tang Qing do wrong and why did she want to die.

Not willing.

But this is not reconciled, is so powerless.

This is the story of Tang Qing. As her friend, she has not saved any ending for her.

Luonan just felt helpless pain in the deep of her heart. She curled up in Fu Tingyuan's warm arms to absorb the heat from him.

If only it was a story.

But even if it was a story, she still felt cold.

God has never been kind to poor people.

Are some people born to suffer?

That's pathetic.

*

by the seventh day, lornan's vision had almost begun to recover.