Angel is a little bad

Chapter 840

She walks him into the station and onto the platform.

People piled into the car, but it didn't matter to them.

After that long and brief ordeal, they had calmed down, at least temporarily.

Huahuo looked at him with a smile: "It must be very hard and lonely there, you...you have to work harder, be stronger, and be more...gentle. You still have to...be a better man, although you are already a man. ... the best man ever."

When she said this, she was gentle, strong, and exuded the brilliance of motherhood.

The corners of Feng Yuanche's eyes seemed to be a little moist: "You want to be happier, more exciting, and be a better woman."

Almost all the passengers have finished boarding, and the staff is urging them on.

"Then, I'm leaving, goodbye." Feng Yuanche turned around.

"Wind—" Huahuo suddenly screamed almost heart-piercingly.

Feng Yuanche's foot had already stepped on the door of the train leading to the distant journey, he stopped and turned around.

Huahuo rushes over, steps up the steps, grabs his neckline, lifts his feet - and kisses his lips heavily.

This is a long, long overdue kiss.

She had wanted to do this a long time ago, but hadn't done it.

In the last second, at least, she must fulfill this wish, so that's fine.

The train whistle sounded.

Hanabi let him go and stepped back.

The car door closed, and the last thing they saw was themselves in each other's eyes—the selves with tears in their eyes.

He didn't ask her to wait for him, she didn't say she would wait for him, what they had to face was already too heavy, and they didn't want to put such a heavy promise on each other's future.They are such liberty-loving people, so let the hearts be free, even if it comes at such a sacrifice.

They understand better that in this life, they probably will never meet again.

This is life, and they have begun to understand it.

The train went away, Huahuo kept watching the train disappear from his sight, leaving nothing behind.Then, she walked out slowly in a daze. Countless people walked past her, but that was meaningless.

She walked out of the train station, walked in a trance, kept walking, walked alone, walked tirelessly, crossed many people, bypassed countless intersections and turns, braved the scorching sun without mercy, just walked.

(End of this chapter)