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It’s really not easy.
I have worked so hard to live to this day, and I am finally about to start a new life. Do I really want to give up all my past efforts and gamble everything on a chance of life and death?
If you die, there is nothing left.
Is it really worth it?
That’s right, this is exactly the question Han Zhou is thinking about now.
He didn't think about escaping, otherwise he would have left long ago. He couldn't just watch Mo Yixia fall off the cliff. His body even leaned forward on its own initiative.
He just wanted to find an excuse for himself.
A reason that would allow him to take this gamble without any regrets.
The sounds in my ears began to return: the whistling wind, the pounding heartbeat, the sound of the snow moving, and the "crackling" sound under my feet.
I withdrew my thoughts and saw the girl lying on the snow, still struggling to keep her head up.
Their eyes met and the latter moved his lips.
It was very strange. Although he had never learned lip reading, Han Zhou could understand Mo Yixia's meaning very clearly.
It was not the "Don't come over" that had been repeated before, but a very soft "Let's go".
It’s a pity that he may never learn to read minds, and until now he still can’t tell what this guy is thinking.
Even when facing the fate of falling off a cliff, this girl who had little expectation of the world remained calm, as if she didn't care about her own ending at all.
However, when she said "Let's go", she showed an expression as if she was relieved.
Why do you have such an expression at a time like this?
The loose snow has spread to our feet, and it is indeed time to leave.
But Han Zhou didn't want to leave. He just threw the flashlight in his hand behind him without looking back.
The flashlight just stuck into the snow, and the beam shot up into the dark sky, facing the moon.
The moonlight fell, stretching his shadow very long.
The moment he met Mo Yixia's eyes, Han Zhou had actually found a reason.
Or in other words, the reason no longer matters.
If I have to give a reason, it's probably greed.
It's not enough to just survive, he wants to get everything he wants.
If we don't even have this kind of awareness, what can we expect for more in the future?
Han Zhou suddenly remembered the nervous look Mo Yixia had shown not long ago.
It's really rare that this guy can act like he doesn't care even though he's about to fall off a cliff. So what was she so nervous about at that time?
Yeah, he should have thought of that earlier.
This guy is not worried about himself, but about his safety. He behaves so noble. Does he want to be the heroine in a novel?
Han Zhou suddenly became a little angry.
What he wanted to hear now was not "Let's go".
I'm right here, why doesn't this guy just say "save me"?
Is it because you don’t want to place such heavy expectations on others, or is it because you are worried that he will not be able to respond to such expectations?
Han Zhou felt it necessary to correct her.
He looked at Mo Yixia, opened his mouth silently before the other closed her eyes, then without hesitation, leaped forward.
The moment his body was in the air, he cursed himself in his heart.
Han Zhou...
You obviously hate gambling the most.
This chapter is indeed stuck, not in the plot, but in Han Zhou's mental journey. Before starting this book, I basically thought about the heroine, so much so that I somewhat neglected the characteristics of the hero. I personally think that the male protagonist of a romance novel does not have to be very vivid, but he must show qualities that are worthy of being liked, otherwise it would be too distorted. This part of the content can be regarded as giving him a relatively clear image.
The more I write, the more I feel that I haven't read enough, my writing skills are too poor, and I feel powerless to express my ideas, so I have been revising it over and over again. In fact, I am still not satisfied, but this is my limit for now.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 195 Is it only the face that is being massaged?
Mo Yixia hates snow.
I also hate winter, the cold, the 22-degree air conditioner and the thick down jackets.
She also hated summer. The weather was always hot, the air was always stuffy, the cicadas outside the window were chirping unpleasantly, and the so-called restless souls in the school and the so-called sweaty youth on the basketball court were all boring to her.
She also hated spring and autumn. The so-called seasons of gestation and harvest were nothing more than expectations given by the world. The seeds sown with joy in spring would not be harvested as desired in autumn, and the expectations would be dashed and turned into deep disappointment. It was still early for the next spring and autumn, so she could only put on a smile and impose new expectations on other things.
During the dozens or even hundreds of years of life, how many unfulfilled expectations does a person have to bear?
If it fails, who will continue to live with this heavy regret?
Rather than saying that she hates the four seasons, it would be more accurate to say that she hates this world, this world woven together by all kinds of heavy expectations.
She hopes her son will become a dragon, her daughter will become a phoenix, and she wants to grow old with her son... Even this expectation with beautiful wishes seems shrouded in gray to her.
Mo Yixia realized very early that she might be sick.
She is used to looking at the world negatively, hates other people's expectations, and is unwilling to expect too much from the things around her. This stems from her heartfelt aversion to the word itself, and also because she hates the feeling of loss when her expectations are not met.
Even today, she doesn't think this is a likable world.
but……
If I really hate this world so much, then why am I so reluctant to leave it now?
Mo Yixia felt that she was a really contradictory person. Perhaps because of this, although she could often understand other people's thoughts, she always found it difficult to see her own heart clearly.
He was clearly mentally prepared, but his frozen hands and feet were still trying to grab or step on something. He wanted to open his lips several times, trying to say something other than "Let's go" to the figure in the distance.
She didn't want to leave like this.
At the moment when half of her body was suspended in the air, Mo Yixia saw the figure in her sight seemed to say something. She wanted to see more clearly, but the flying snow just got into her eyes, blurring her vision for a moment.
It was this moment of blur that caused her to not see clearly what Han Zhou said, and she did not have the chance to take one last look at him.
My body fell downward, and all I could hear was the annoying sound of wind in my ears.
Mo Yixia suddenly felt a little regretful——
I should have said goodbye to this guy properly just now, right?
But if I really said that, this guy would definitely rush over to save me because he couldn't bear to leave me, right?
She had a hunch.
After all, this guy's thoughts are all written on his face.
But on second thought, she felt that there was nothing to regret. After all, even if she really had the chance to say goodbye, she didn't know what to say.
Of all the goodbyes, the only one she didn't hate was see you tomorrow.
But in the current situation, it is obviously impossible to say that we will meet tomorrow. In this case, let’s just not talk about it.
but……
Sure enough, I still feel a little unwilling.
Maybe I could try to give a beautiful smile just now so that this guy will never forget it for the rest of his life?
The moment she slid down the cliff, Mo Yixia saw the moon hanging high in the sky.
It is said that the moon is fullest on the 15th and 16th. I don’t know where this saying came from. She can’t tell the difference between the moon tonight and the moon last night.
but……
This year's moon is rounder than any other year.
"Yisha!"
The almost roaring shout tore apart all the noise in her ears. The sound was so close that there was a brief blank in Mo Yixia's brain. Her sinking thoughts were pulled back, and then she felt someone hugged her heavily in the arms.
Even through the cold, thick down jacket, she seemed to be able to feel the other person's scorching heat and his nearly stalling heartbeat.
Time seemed to pause for a moment.
The moon above my head suddenly became blurry, as if stained with ink. My eyes felt a little cold, and the snow that had just entered my eyes seemed to melt.
Fool.
Fool.
Aren’t you smart enough after eating so much fish?
Looking at the face so close to her, the girl felt an uncontrollable sourness in her heart. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she struggled to hug the other person tightly.
A second before she lost consciousness, a strange thought suddenly popped up in her mind -
I really hate down jackets.
……
Cold and painful.
Mo Yixia felt as if she had had a very long dream.
She couldn't remember exactly what the dream was about, but she remembered that it was a summer day and the weather was very good. Although it was a little hot, it was cool under the shade of the trees. Although the air was stuffy and the wind was annoyingly dry, the sun was very bright and the cicadas were a little noisy, but surprisingly pleasant to hear.
It's not a bad summer.
wrong.
It should be said that this is a summer worth liking.
Because in a season like this...she met some stupid guy.
I opened my eyes with difficulty, and was surrounded by a dark and cramped space. The walls were cold and there was sporadic light.
The dull pain in her body quickly brought Mo Yixia back to her senses. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved her eyes, as if she was eagerly looking for something.
The next second she relaxed.