Chapter 2505

Ranbai suddenly smiled, "are you comforting me?"

Si Jin remained silent.

Dyed white continued to speak, and the radian of the corners of her lips never fell, but who can understand the loneliness of her eyes? Her tone is casual and lazy, and she doesn't care about anything. "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who has long feelings, and I can't live without anyone."

What she said was cold hearted and heartless. It doesn't matter: "you don't have to worry about me. I like you now, but it doesn't mean I like you in the future."

... but I will always like you.

But this sentence ran Bai didn't say.

What Si Jin wants her to do, she has all Si Jin wants, but how to do it is her business.

In the face of such words, Si Jin slightly hooked his thin and soft lips, and his dark eyes seemed to have starlight.

What kind of existence his a Bai is, he knows better than anyone.

He was so arrogant and careless, as if everything in the world could not enter her eyes. His means were cold, thin, bloodthirsty and extremely cruel. It was only because he loved such a person.

Such an existence is too powerful. It is an existence born to step on the bones and sit on the throne full of thorns.

But inevitably, it is too lonely.

No one can stand with her, only one person.

This is what Si Jin is most afraid of,

I'm afraid that after my death, no one can understand such a girl, no one will accompany her, and no one knows her loneliness.

Also afraid of

In a way, people who are as paranoid as him can't accept the fact that he left.

The room was quiet again.

That touch of setting sun has completely disappeared. It was still dark. I don't know when it was dark.

Night came.

"Ah Jin," ran Bai said suddenly.

Very quiet, no response.

There was a long silence.

Dyed white slowly glanced over his eyes and found that the man leaning on his shoulder had gone to sleep.

She paused, then stretched out her hand, and her white fingertips painted the outline of the boy's facial features.

Finally, he smiled, let Si Jin lie in bed and helped him twist the quilt.

And she lay on one side, leaning against Si Jin, closing her eyes and listening to the steady heartbeat of the teenager, just like that, once and for a while

At the same time, she seemed to hear the sharp and urgent sound of the time bomb on the eve of the explosion.

The girl's fingers hanging on the side of her body suddenly clutched tightly. Her knuckles turned white, but she didn't let go.

Day after day of plain and worried.

Like an hourglass quietly placed on the table, it is silent, but it doesn't stop flowing the fine sand every minute and every second until

The day when the sand is completely gone.

It's over.

The most recent time,

Si Jin woke up for less and less time, even less than an hour. He realized this himself. Every time he woke up, he held a drawing board and didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes without focal length, like dead water, looked at a direction in the room, as if in a daze for a long time.

Ranbai doesn't know what Si Jin is going to do, but she doesn't choose to disturb.

Si Jin's departure was not abrupt, even... It was reasonable.

After all, there have been so many omens before, all telling silently, and the time is running out.

It was a cold winter.

evermore,

No winter can be colder than that day.

The heating in the room seems to be frozen at that moment, and there is no temperature.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Si Jin bent over and coughed violently, almost tearing his heart and lungs. Even later, he held his handkerchief against his lips. When he let go, he could still see the blood stained on the handkerchief, which was so red and evil.

The color of dyed white eyes was deep and deep, like an abyss swallowed by people. Her fingers hanging on the side of her body clenched hard, loosened, tightened and loosened again. The originally beautiful phalanx stretched a terrible white, like self abuse.

But there was a faint smile on her lips. It was probably a smile.

The girl held a pure white handkerchief in one hand, then slowly leaned over, lowered her eyes, and carefully wiped the blood on the boy's lips.

Too close.

She can clearly see the youth close at hand, the pale face to the extreme, and the dazzling red of the lips winding like blood stained roses, setting off the incomparable desolation and strangeness.

Dyed white fingertips trembled fiercely, like uncontrollable trembling. There was no way to manage, as if the body was not his own.

At that moment, it seemed that there was dazzling blood left.

Wipe it off.

Just wipe it off.

Si Jin suddenly clasped the girl's wrist. The cold temperature was like a dead man. His tone was calm, without fear or fear. He looked calm and indifferent like a breeze and snow. He outlined a bit of clear moon and wind between his eyebrows and eyes, and wrapped a bit of unknown warmth: "don't wipe it."

Dyed white gently pulled down the corners of her lips. Her deep eyes were stubborn like a child. She controlled the trembling strength of her fingertips. Her tone was a little confused and low, like muttering to herself: "wipe it off, just wipe it off..."

Si Jin clasped her hand and swallowed the blood that almost overflowed her throat. His voice was a little hoarse because he didn't speak for a long time: "do you believe it?"

"I've been."

In the white eyes, Si Jin's lips were also hooked with a very shallow and warm smile. The eyes were brewing countless love, like a gentle and compassionate God.

"I am in your eyes, I am in your heart, I am in every place where you are, mountains and rivers, lawns, summer nights, wind and rain, ice and snow, I am engraved in your bones and integrated into your life."

"You believe me," he said, "death is not leaving in the real sense. I will accompany you in another way, forever, immortal."

Dyed white rolled down her throat very gently, and her deep eyes were as heavy as a young wolf, staring at Si Jin like locking a prey.

"You shouldn't worry about me."

"You should be the God's residence engraved on my heart forever high and arrogant."

"Bai, close your eyes." his lips are gentle smile, never falling radian.

Dye white lips and gently sip. Do it.

Si Jin looked at the girl who had closed his eyes and knew nothing about her. He slowly smiled. He leaned over, held the girl's face gently with snow-white slender fingers, and then dropped a cautious kiss.

There is no distractions, a clean and pure kiss.

Dyed white and paused.

Si Jin whispered, "don't open it."

Time seems to have been long and continuous at this moment, like the continuous drizzle in March in Jiangnan.

The warm and cool breath has been intertwined for a lifetime.

In the darkness invisible to the eyes, the familiar clean and clear cold fragrance gives infinite peace of mind.

Si Jin's forehead was lightly against the girl's forehead, and his long eyelashes half covered his deep eyes.

Last kiss.

evermore,

I wish you peace and joy in your life.

Congratulations to me... Just like this winter, after death, it's better to do something, a drop of rain, a snowflake, or that beam of light, fall on you and in your heart.