Marry me if you love me

Chapter 106 Mocking My Life (7)

It was already evening when Ke Lan woke up.

The sofa was already stained with a small piece of tear stains, after sleeping for a while, he didn't look radiant, but even more depressed.

She sat in confusion for a while, probably because she was tired from sitting or washed her face in the bathroom.

The self in the mirror actually looked haggard, with red eyes and slightly swollen eyes.

It seems that I also cried a lot in my dream.

She smiled mockingly.

Mocking myself, also mocking my own life.

Very very failed.

At 26, I can't find anyone I can trust, or anyone myself.

What will she do in the future?

She went into the bedroom and turned on the computer.

Sitting in front of the computer, she will forget everything and all unhappy things only when she is doing one thing.

That is the code word.

When writing and creating, her spirit is concentrated, and she has no time to think about irrelevant things.

No one bothered, just right...

It just so happened that she also wanted to concentrate on writing.

The outline is over. Although the ending is not perfect, it feels very sad.

There is nothing so perfect in this world. None of the stories she wrote has a perfect ending, and there are some regrets of one kind or another, but these regrets are so real, so real that it is irrefutable.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

She stayed in the house alone and never went out.

She didn't go into the kitchen again, she just called to order takeaway when she was hungry.

Three meals are like this, no, or in other words, she rarely eats three meals a day.

Write when you wake up, and sleep when you are tired.

Order takeout when you're hungry.

Every day is like this, every day goes by.

She didn't clean the room either, as if it wasn't necessary.

It doesn't matter whether it is cleaned or not, there will be no guests, and no one will come.

Occasionally, when she sits quietly, her chest will always be slightly painful.

Can't figure out who this is for?for what?She didn't think about it anymore, but she couldn't help it. The image of them leaving that day was engraved in her mind like a brand, and she couldn't get rid of it.

For half a month, the tea table outside the hall was covered with a thin layer of dust, just like her heart.

(End of this chapter)