Crossing Worlds Provocation

How dare he.

The huge conference room was empty, and there was only a slender and messy figure curled up on the carpet, shoulders half exposed, and thin shoulder straps slid down on the shoulders.

Her long hair was scattered, as if smudging the carpet with large swaths of ink.

The messy hair sticks to her cheeks, wet, as if she had just been fished from the water, and even the curled eyelashes are hung with shining drops of water.

The thin body was torn and messy, but further down, a black coat was lost on his body.

There was an indescribable smell in the air.

Decay, depravity, sinking, pain.

Countless emotions mingled together, dragging her into the deep sea of ​​endless pain.

Half an hour ago, he finally let her go.

She was like a flower beaten by wind and rain, withered and broken, and her breath was dying.

And he finally spoke, but he said without the slightest emotion:

"Last time you played enough, this time it's me."

She was stiff.

He took two steps, but paused again, returned, and threw his coat on her.

It was like pitying an embarrassed little beast without clothes.

"As you wish, we will clean up."

This sentence is extremely indifferent, as if the person in front of him can no longer control his emotions, can no longer let him sleep through the night, and can no longer let him paint his heart carefully and religiously at night. Lover.

His slender and thin figure left without looking back.

The huge door is like a barrier between two worlds. Once stepped out, there is no connection anymore.

She is still her grand lady, and he is still a poor student among the hidden crowd.

After he left, the huge conference room was extremely quiet, so quiet that only her heartbeat could be heard, the sound of the second hand on the wall turning, and the sound of tears falling on the carpet.

Time is flowing slowly, trying to smooth out all this, but how is it possible.

In fact, she could have asked someone to kill him, and all of this was a matter of hers.

But she didn't, even if he was so embarrassed and miserable.

She doesn't know what they will be like in the future, whether they will be like two parallel lines, and they will no longer intersect in their trajectories, but she knows that these things he just said are true.

He doesn't want to have intersection with himself anymore.

He also abandoned her.

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Time is flowing slowly, trying to smooth out all this, but how is it possible.

In fact, she could have asked someone to kill him, and all of this was a matter of hers.

But she didn't, even if he was so embarrassed and miserable.

She doesn't know what they will be like in the future, whether they will be like two parallel lines, and they will no longer intersect in their trajectories, but she knows that these things he just said are true.

He doesn't want to have intersection with himself anymore.

He also abandoned her.

Time is flowing slowly, trying to smooth out all this, but how is it possible.

In fact, she could have asked someone to kill him, and all of this was a matter of hers.

But she didn't, even if he was so embarrassed and miserable.

She doesn't know what they will be like in the future, whether they will be like two parallel lines, and they will no longer intersect in their trajectories, but she knows that these things he just said are true.

He doesn't want to have intersection with himself anymore.

He also abandoned her.

He also gave up on him.