Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Chapter 411 The Pain of Memories: Lu Jingchen's Lost Soul

Lu Jingchen finally walked out of the room, his eyes were empty, like a night sky without stars, deep and dead. Every step he took seemed to be carrying a thousand-pound shackle, dragging a heavy sound in the silent house, and this sound echoed in the empty corridor, just like the wail of his broken heart at this moment.

He slowly wandered around the house, like a ghost lost in a dark maze. Every corner of the house was like an open book of memory, and every page was filled with memories of him and Jiang Ciyou. He walked to the sofa in the living room, where they had spent many warm times together. His hand gently stroked the armrest of the sofa, his fingers trembling slightly, as if the armrest still had the warmth of Jiang Ciyou, which penetrated through his fingertips and went straight into his heart, but it was like a cold sword, piercing his already broken heart.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to those good times. He remembered one time, it was drizzling outside, and the whole world was shrouded in a haze. The two of them snuggled on this sofa, covered with a soft blanket. Jiang Ciyou leaned in his arms, and he could clearly smell the faint scent of shampoo emanating from her hair, a smell that made him feel extremely at ease. An old movie was playing on TV. The characters in the movie performed joys and sorrows on the screen, while they were immersed in their own little world. He gently stroked Jiang Ciyou's hair. Her hair was as soft as the finest silk, sliding through his fingertips, bringing a slight tingling sensation. At that time, his heart was full of happiness and satisfaction, as if he owned the whole world.

Another time, they were playing on the sofa. Jiang Ciyou's laughter echoed in the room like a silver bell, and her eyes sparkled with a lively light, a light full of vitality and joy. He looked at her and felt that she was like an elf from a fairy tale world, who inadvertently broke into his life and then lit up his whole world. They tickled each other, and Jiang Ciyou's body twisted in his arms, and every movement was full of vitality. He hugged her tightly and felt her heartbeat. At that moment, he felt that his heartbeat was so synchronized with hers, as if they had merged into one.

But now, all of this has become the past. Those beautiful memories are like sharp knives, and every time he recalls a moment, it will cut a hole in his heart. His heart is filled with pain, and this pain is like a surging tide, hitting him wave after wave, almost drowning him. He feels that his breathing is becoming more and more difficult, and every breath is like pulling a thorn in his throat, causing a tearing pain in his chest.

His body was trembling slightly, and his legs seemed to have lost the strength to support his body. He slowly squatted down and buried his head between his arms. He tried to suppress the pain in his heart that was like a volcanic eruption, but tears still slid down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily, falling drop by drop on the ground, forming a small stain. His shoulders kept twitching, and the silent crying made his body tremble like a fallen leaf in the wind.

In this living room that was once full of happiness and laughter, he was now the only one left, surrounded by endless pain and loneliness. He felt as if he was in a dark abyss, surrounded by endless darkness and coldness, with no light that could penetrate the darkness, and no warmth that could dispel the coldness. He didn't know how to climb out of this abyss, nor did he know if he still had the courage to face a life without Jiang Ciyou.

He squatted in front of the sofa for a long time, as if time had stopped flowing. Everything around him became blurry, only those memories kept flashing in his mind, like a movie that would never stop playing, playing over and over again in front of his eyes. His soul seemed to have left his body, wandering in this house full of memories, looking for the disappeared Jiang Ciyou.

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