Chapter 855： Return of the Marines (1) (1/2)

The latter, after reacting, clung to his slender arm and hooked his neck.

Huo Qi turned his back to him.

Turning his back to him, he was quietly hidden in the night.

Their actions looked like an intimate hug-kiss between lovers.

And the thin and tall man, looking at the scene, seemed to feel that time had frozen at that moment.

Obviously, all this is what he wants, isn't it?

But why, when he saw such a picture, he couldn't look away anyway, his heart seemed to have been opened with a blood trough, and his pain was unbearable.

The night seems to be colder.

It was late autumn and the winter solstice was coming, but in the night sky, for some unknown time, something cool seemed to fall.

It is foggy, like rain, but like snow.

Fluttering, falling on the body, no trace, but let the coat stained with cold frost.

He just stood there, motionless, with a black night behind it, as if ink had been knocked over on rice paper, and the expression in the man's eyes dimmed little by little.

The moment his eyes drooped, the wind lifted the corners of his coat. At that moment, his body image was deeply imprinted on the drawing paper overturned by ink.

Became the person in the picture.

In the painting, the most lonely, lonely, person.

...

In fact, some problems that I thought can be solved by evasion have already sprouted in my heart, and they have grown into towering sky.

But now, when you stop deceiving yourself, you still have to face it yourself.

Even if the heart is twisted.

...

When Huo Qi turned around and looked back, he could no longer see the person.