To The Lovely You

Chapter 636

That night, Su rourourou fell asleep with Luo Yichen's arm as usual.

She is like a koala, clinging to his body tightly, feeling his body temperature and the faint mint fragrance on him,

But I don't know why, in the deepest and deepest dream, she had a very sad and sad dream

In the dream, they were also in such a room and under such a moonlight. The two of them hugged each other so tightly.

But when she was sleeping, when there was still a wisp of happy smile on her lips, Luo Yichen sat up quietly and gently put her head on her arm on the pillow.

Finally, he put his chin on one hand and lay on his side slightly, looking at her for a moment.

His eyes were so soft, like a feather; His eyes are so affectionate, like a deep sea; His eyes were so... Heartbreaking, as if it was the last time he looked at her like this.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that some cold liquid fell on her face drop by drop, flowing down her white cheek to her lips

Su Rourou in the dream felt the taste of the cold liquid, salty... Bitter

Then more and more liquid fell on her face, falling one after another like a storm. Her heart, feeling his extreme sadness, also began to ache

She wanted to open her eyes and see if Luo Yichen was crying; She wanted to raise her hand and wipe the tears from his face.

However, in her dream, she couldn't move. She could only watch him silently heartache

When she opened her eyes again, Luo Yichen was no longer in the quilt beside her. Touching the cold mattress, Su rourourou's heart sank suddenly, like sinking into the boundless deep sea

The sad dream of last night came to her mind very clearly. Her heart trembled violently, and suddenly there was a very bad premonition.

Barefoot, she quickly climbed out of bed and found a light blue note on the desk. The note was pressed under the flowerpot of the little strawberry she had given him.

[Rourou, I'm sorry. I'm gone... Don't wait for me. - Luo Yichen]

On that note, there are traces of being wet by tears, bumpy and uneven

"Luo Yichen, you..." Su Rourou's hand holding the note couldn't stop shaking, and the whole person was crying, "you said you would never leave me... You said you would always accompany me..."

Tears, little by little, wet the light blue letterhead and covered the tears he had left on it.

"Even if I said I would never forgive you... Will you still leave me?" Su Rourou finally couldn't support her body anymore. Her collapsed body slipped down the edge of the desk.

On the desk, the little strawberry with luxuriant branches and leaves trembled gently in the cold wind of winter morning. Every leaf is telling endless sadness.

Under the thick leaves, a small strawberry is ripe, but... No one has picked it. A strong wind blew, it trembled violently, and finally fell from the branches and leaves on the brown dust.