To The Lovely You

   That night, as usual, Su Rou Rou fell asleep on Luo Yichen's arm.

   Her whole figure was like a koala, clinging to his body tightly, feeling his body temperature and the faint mint fragrance on his body,

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

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

But when she was sleeping soundly, when there was a happy smile hanging on her lips, Luo Yichen sat up quietly and gently placed her head on her arm. on the pillow.

   At the end, he supported his chin with one hand, lay on his side slightly, and looked at her like this for a moment.

His eyes are so soft, like a feather; his eyes are so soulful, like the deep sea; his eyes are so... heartbreaking, like this is the last time he will do this Look at her normally.

   After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that some icy cold liquid fell on her face drop by drop, flowing down her fair cheeks to her lips...

  Su Rou Rou 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 hurricane. Her heart felt his extreme sadness, and it also throbbed...

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

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

   When she opened her eyes again, Luo Yichen was no longer in the bed beside her. Touching the cold mattress, Su Rou Rou's heart sank suddenly, as if she had sunk into the boundless deep sea...

   That sad dream last night came to her mind with great clarity. Her heart was trembling violently, and she suddenly had a very bad premonition.

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

  【Rourou, I'm sorry. I'm leaving...don't wait for me. ——Luo Yichen]

   On the note, there are still traces of being wet with tears, and the bumps are uneven...

"Luo Yichen, you..." Su Rourou's hand holding the note trembled uncontrollably, her whole body was already weeping, "You said that you would never leave me... You said that you would always be with me... "

   Tears fell little by little, wetting the light blue letterhead and covering the tears he once left on it.

   "Even if I said, I will never forgive you... Are you still going to leave me?" Su Rou Rou finally couldn't support her body any longer, her collapsed body slid down the edge of the desk, bit by bit.

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

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