The widow is a curse

Chapter 407 Sister, Goodbye!
The next day, when Bing'er woke up, she didn't see Xue.

She searched all over the valley, but did not find him.

In Xue's case, he never left the cave during the day, where would he go? !

Finally, on the big rock on the cliff where Xue always likes to sit, Binger found the handwriting left by Xue.

"Sister, I don't want to go to the house with him!"

Bing'er's throat suddenly tightened.

……

"I...I fell in love with someone, but she loves someone else!"

……

Xue's voice sounded again, and Bing'er suddenly realized how much she had gone too far.

These days, she only cared about herself, but she didn't think about Xue's feelings.

If she had thought about it at the time, she would have understood.

The person he was talking about was her!

On weekdays, how could Xue have the opportunity to meet other girls!
Unlimited regret, after all, it is too late.

"Snow! You are so stupid, why didn't you tell me, why didn't you just tell me!"

No one answered her, only the gloomy sky and echoes that lingered in the valleys.

Heart, as if a large piece had been cut off abruptly!

It hurts!

Sitting weakly on the shore, Bing'er gently stroked the strings.

The fingertips flow, and the sound of the piano is deep and melodious, full of endless thoughts and feelings.

Bing'er didn't know if she would have a chance to see Xue again in this life.

When the song was over, her face was already full of tears.

Snowflakes danced in the sky.

The crystal snowflakes fell gently on her hair and shoulders.

Like the touch of a gentle palm.

"Xue, wait for me to come back, wait for me to help him make the country safe, my sister will definitely come back!"

Standing up slowly, she reluctantly glanced at the valley in front of her, and swept down the cliff with tears in her eyes.

Until her figure disappeared behind the endless snowfall.

Xue Xue, who was hiding behind the bushes at the corner of the cliff, slowly straightened up.

In the snow-colored eyes, those eyes were also sparkling with tear stains.

"Sister, bye!"

That day, the 13-year-old boy tasted tears for the first time.

Salty and sour!
(End of this chapter)