we are not lovers GL

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This tone is like the feeling that the property under his name is temporarily occupied by bullies. He has resentment in his heart but dare not speak out in front of him. There is no more reason for a patient to be appeased.

"She can sacrifice her life for Eun-yeon, so she should be with her for a while, and Eun-yeon probably thinks the same way."

It is property under the name and not anyone can take it away at will, even if it is borrowed for a long time, it will eventually be returned to the owner. It is natural for Meng Ya to express her dissatisfaction, but her worry seems a bit sentimental.

"I know."

The words that came out of her mouth did not feel the weight of confidence at all. Others looked at this matter from various angles and had sufficient reasons to prove that it was Meng Ya's carelessness, but what was actually lacking was her optimistic attitude towards relationships. In many cases, the fortress of happiness is breached not because of external shocks, but because of internal bad emotions.

When the cool wind extinguished the small flame ignited by jealousy, a sudden burst of fear of facing reality struck, gnashing its teeth and claws in the dark heart, and even devouring her insignificant courage.

Before Mengya came to the ward, a sense of timidity suddenly jumped out to warn her. The imaginary picture was poisonous with panic, which constantly eroded her confidence. I struggled in front of the door for a long time, but I still didn't dare to open the door and enter.

"Why don't you go in?"

The doorknob hanging in front of the door was obviously as big as a palm, but the woman seemed to be invisible, and groped for a long time in front of the door but couldn't get in.

"Forget it."

The shock that the heart can bear is limited, and Meng Ya is worried that the scene she saw will not only hurt her eyes, but also hurt her heart surrounded by only a thin layer of self-esteem. She feels that she cannot bear the price.

At the moment when she turned around and walked away, Mengya found that her will was still struggling for the last time. The strong sense of displeasure kept urging her to move forward, but the uneasiness tried to keep her behind again, a kind of wanting to be brave The feeling of making a bet made her stop after taking a few steps, and finally walked away because she had no chance of winning.

Looking at the confident back that is still straight and straight, Yuan Yifan sees the loneliness of the shadow, the seemingly elegant walking posture, but the steps forward are dragged by heavy thoughts, forming a melancholy picture.

"I'll see you off."

The relationship between these three people is like the political issues between the two countries. It is best not to interfere with people who have nothing to do with it, and Yuan Yifan's position is even more difficult. For her, the two ropes of friendship can only be tightened together or loosened together. Well, she can't just help one side, just like the palm and back of the hand are fleshy, no matter which side you slap, it will hurt the same.

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☆、You love me and love her

The phone rang over and over again, and Mengya thought it was her favorite music playing repeatedly, and she didn't want to answer it at all.

After the phone ringing for a few minutes stopped, there was a series of short ringtones, and the eagerly pouring in messages were like the nagging voice, constantly fiddled with her thoughts that had finally calmed down.

The lake water in her heart began to fluctuate again, and her lying body tossed and turned restlessly. She tried to squeeze out the lingering irritability from the narrow sofa, but she didn't expect that even the small pillow would bully her, slipped off the sofa for no reason, fell down The location is just next to the phone.

You can avoid the làngcháo who is being followed by someone but you can't escape the longing, and the things you tell yourself not to think are piled up in your mind. You thought that the stubborn consciousness can still control the desire in your heart, but who knows that the hand stretched out She just didn't live up to it, and when she came back to her senses, she was already reading every message sent by the other party.

Why didn't you answer the phone? Why did you leave without waiting for me? Where are you now?

These are questions without a standard answer. The pale vocabulary makes Meng Ya feel powerless to answer. She is like an angry child, sealing her feelings and heart in a small space, and does not want to respond to any knocks on the door. sound.

Do you want to go to the hospital together tomorrow?

The last text message I sent gave Mengya the urge to get up and break things. The person she regarded as the closest person didn't understand what was going on in her heart. When she was in the hospital, her heart was so dark that even her face was pale. Grayed out, can't Eun Yeon see that she doesn't want to stay in this kind of place for a second?

With all kinds of complicated moods in her arms, a suffocation harder than a rock pressed against her chest, making it impossible for people to fall asleep comfortably, and the thoughts that merged with pessimism kept hitting her self-confidence. The close happiness is about to be cut apart again, and the love held in the palm of the hand emerges restlessly from between the fingers, with a feeling that it will slip or fly away at any time.

After waking up, I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was. After taking a shower, I wasn’t sure if I had brushed my teeth. Even the buttons on the top of the clothes were bullying her, but wearing a shirt actually consumed a lot of her energy. Precious time.

It was such a distraught morning, but Mengya managed to transport the remaining body out of the door with her willpower.

Arrived at the destination safely and safely along the way, but she didn't expect that a phantom appeared in her drowsy head at this time. Downstairs in the company, she saw someone who had been fighting with her inner feelings all night, probably because the dream at night was not over yet. It will continue during the day, thinking so, she automatically cuts her eyes away from the picture, completely turning a blind eye to the "phantom".

"Mengya."

A clear call overwhelmed the surrounding noises, and the eyes that pretended to ignore all this could not help but be drawn towards her, watching the other party approaching step by step, this woman who was as beautiful as an angel made Meng Ya feel Is an illusion, because the harm she gave her will bring her to hell.

A face with delicate features is close in front of her eyes, but Enyan feels the distance separated by indifference, the narrow and slightly raised corners of her eyes proudly put away their beauty, and the dim eyes seem to no longer bloom charmingly for anyone. brilliance.

The warm sun shines on the earth in the morning, but the cold air that avoids the light gathers around the two people, the temperature of the atmosphere is dropped to the lowest point, and a chill of murderous hope seeps into the heart, depriving them of the joy of meeting. That good feeling will kill all those warm pictures in the memory.

The feeling of grievance surged up like boiling hot water, Enyan felt like an inexplicably abandoned pet, she was extremely loyal and tried her best to please her beloved master, but it was a pity that she ended up being abandoned .

The emotions woven together of sadness and tears all night suddenly turned into anger at this moment. Facing Mengya who changed from a warm spring hot spring to a cold winter glacier overnight, Eunyan felt tired of coping. To her, this relationship is like fighting against the gravity of the earth. No matter how hard she tries to lift herself into the sky, as long as an unpredictable storm hits, she will fall to pieces at any time.

"Do you think it's interesting that we've been having such a quarrel, splitting and reuniting?"

This is not the line I originally wanted to say. Before coming here, I have locked up all the bad feelings that will mess up everything in my heart. I didn’t expect to let the dissatisfaction in my heart sneak out.

"So you think it's my fault, the problem is all on me?"

Enyan's words are like a few flying arrows piercing Mengya's chest. Facing the crisis of love, the feeling of trembling all night because of worrying about gains and losses, and the heart that has been tortured to be as fragile as sugar chips, all need Instead of being accused of her problems by this teacher-like tone.

"If you feel like it's not your fault or your problem, then it's up to you to say, what's the problem? What's wrong?"

Enyan took another step forward, pushing her forward with sufficient reasons, and a feeling of clear conscience helped her up the height, and the distance between the two seemed to be closer, but the anger burned the building that was built because of love. The two hearts that could not communicate harmoniously suddenly became more distant.