Divorced but Delighted

Once his thoughts started to emerge, it was as if vines had grown roots and were continuously extending outwards.

The fire in the cave flickered, but because no one added firewood, it seemed to be extinguishing.

Patrick lowered his eyes and threw a handful of firewood in.

He saw that the fire had dimmed a little because of the branch that had just been thrown. in. After a light sound, the flame suddenly rose, lighting up the whole cave.

At this moment, Patrick suddenly propped himself up in pain and struggled to stand up.

The moment he got up, he felt dark in front of him for a moment. He almost lost all his strength and fell straight towards the ground.

Fortunately, at that moment, before he fully fainted, his body instinctively propped himself up against the stone wall in the cave and stood up.

He pursed his lips and relaxed for a while. Finally, he managed to stand up.

He raised his eyes, glanced at the cold night outside, and stumbled out.

He had been to the place where the water was extracted, and it was not far away from here. Logically speaking, the woman should have come back a long time ago, but she didn’t.

Patrick wouldn’t have guessed that Cierra would run away at this time.

If she wanted to leave, it was obviously a better time to leave during the day, instead of bringing him food and water during the day.

She hadn’t come back for so long. Maybe…

Patrick didn’t dare to think too much about it. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his consciousness gradually blurred after a few steps, so he walked very slowly.

Finally, he tripped over a bush in the wilderness and had no choice but to stop.

He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy.

The moonlight fell on his feet, and he seemed to see a few shadows vaguely.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

At this age, he had never had such an emotion-he didn’t know what to do next.

He used to do whatever he wanted in the past. He never deliberately looked at the future.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be no way around.

He couldn’t even force his way through.

But why?

figure it

little afraid. He was

What?

Was he actually afraid?

Why?

Why?

have

be the

the tree trunk, and

wound

forehead, as if he had been drenched in rain. His entire back

the pain subsided for a while, Patrick

was no emotion in his dark

up at the road ahead with no expression

pausing for a moment, Patrick saw the path

along this path, he could see with his own eyes whether Cierra had died outside or she had deliberately not

he suddenly

wound on his abdomen. He turned around

“Patrick?”

he took a step forward, Cierra’s clear voice suddenly came from behind him. It came from a distance and lingered in the empty forest for

did you run out? Are the wounds

the woman who was holding the water

he felt at

he

something had suddenly blocked his chest, making him panic, but he didn’t dislike this

before, and he didn’t know

this kind of emotion could

uncomfortable, but he

the hospital to hear a concert. It was like a blind person regained his sight and looked up at the sun

feeling was willing to restrain his emotions. No matter how it echoed in his heart, just

what Patrick was thinking at the moment. She just glanced at the small pool of blood at his feet. For a moment, she

again, she finally raised her head and squeezed out a few

can still come out in this state.

the emotions in Patrick’s heart

throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse. He said weakly, “I’m already like this. Do you think I’m…

else can

Cierra blinked.

remembered that when she was seriously

died, the sooner she

to see someone who was about to die but still had the strength to

speechless expression, she seemed