The Man Who Knew No Pain 2

Those words of comfort that are not heartfelt sometimes make the situation more difficult to end. "Hey, it's actually nothing." The girl shook her head gently and reassured him in turn, "Not understanding pain is the shadow of eternal happiness, and one cannot be separated from one's shadow." Not everyone would mind him having such a shadow, which is why some people would actively avoid him and not want to get close. But the girl embraced him: "I love the ever-happy you so much that your shadow, I don't mind either." He hugged the other side equally tight. I don't know why, but what should have been an intimate hug failed to bring him joy for the first time. Day by day, they remained together. To be more precise, it was only when the girl was in a good mood to be together. The two found a new way to get along, whenever the girl encountered sadness, when the mood, will take the initiative to avoid him, or find family company, or talk to friends, or quietly alone, in short, she has her own way to relieve. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this, numerous love stories have said that true lovers need to share the pain and suffering, share together when happy, and share the pain with each other. But how exactly do you share something you don't even know what it is? There was nothing he could do about it. "It's okay." Rather, the girl has looked away and will smile openly. "In love which have to talk about perfection, there will always be some things that do not fit, life is like that." But life is more than the occasional tantrum, sometimes it is also cruel and unforgiving. A huge change broke the girl, leaving her with no way to climb out of the abyss of pain completely on her own. The girl wilted as quickly as a flower broken from its branch, both in face and soul, and her loved ones and friends showered her with care, all of which was good for comfort and encouragement, but not enough to save her stuffed heart from pain. "Everyone is obviously very nice, but if all this care and consideration doesn't come from the most important person in the heart, the strength given doesn't seem quite enough, it's so strange." The girl crouched on her lover's shoulder, her expression was written with self-deprecating sorrow and helplessness, "but people are originally so strange ah ......" and he could not help her, just like a person who has never been in the water is powerless to save the desperately struggling to fall into the water. He could only watch his lover sink day by day, the smile no longer appeared on her face, even the pain itself in her gaze was fading, and instead settled into numbness. This is not good, he knows. But does he suffer for it? Neither. He only felt that the once constant flow of joy inside him was no longer increasing, as if someone had stolen them, or they had evaporated into thin air, in any case, the joy had diminished, and the heart that had been bursting at the seams had begun to grow. Yes, a gap where no joy exists. It was still not pain, but a kind of hollow. The hole kept growing, so big that it was about to swallow his heart, and the girl's state was deteriorating, as if she was about to wither away from the lively bloom of life. Looking at his lover's increasingly haggard face, a strong echo began to reverberate in the hollow of his heart: he wanted to save her, he wanted to jump into the abyss to bring her up, and was even willing to give his life for her.