After speaking, Jack Dawson stood up and pulled her arm: "Lets go!"
The knife for cutting the steak fell, landing on Emily Watsons foot without bias.
Emily Watsons arm was pulled by him, and she stumbled towards the door. Wherever she stepped, there were blood-colored footprints left behind.
"Ugh," she didnt dare to make too much noise, because there was a gloomy look between his eyebrows.
He stuffed her into the car, started the car, and the inertia pushed Emily Watsons head towards the car window. She felt the wound on her forehead tearing.
She didnt care about the pain on her forehead at all, because it was not as painful as her heartache for him.
The car sped on the road, running wild.
Every time Jack Dawson thought about the past, he was so painful, and Emily Watson ached for him, aching to embrace him.
Suddenly a sudden brake, her forehead hit the backrest of the front seat, and Emily Watson felt something sliding down her face, which should be the wound breaking.
A gust of wind poured in, and Jack Dawson pulled Emily Watson out by her shoulders.
The two looked at each other, he was disgusted, and she was heartbroken.
She reached out to hug him who was sad, but he slapped her hand away, and her hand was hot and painful.
Looking at her bangs, the anger in his eyes increased: "Dressing up like this, do you want to seduce me again? Do you think I am still the ignorant fool back then? Do you think I will fall for your plan again and help your damned family?"
He held her thin shoulders tightly with both hands, "Get out of my sight, dont let me see you!" After that, he left.
At this season, no one will pass by on the viewing mountain road, and the endless street lights make Emily Watson look even more lonely.
The winter sea breeze is far from gentle, mixed with snow foam pouring into Emily Watsons front, making her shiver in the cold wind.
The cold came from under her feet, and Emily Watson squatted down, took off her shoes, and a not long but deep wound was exposed.
Blood filled the shoes, and no matter how she covered it, she couldnt stop it.
The bangs on her forehead turned into ice pillars, and she couldnt tell whether it was blood or tears, blurring into a mess.
Emily Watsons feet were too painful to stand up, and she helplessly hugged herself, squatting by the roadside, and looked at the direction he left with blurred tears.
The snow fell quietly, and gradually her feet began to freeze.
Mo Han, you tell me, what should I do, how can I make you stop hating me?
Can you look back at me? Im so cold, my blood cant stop, Im not afraid to die, but Im afraid Ill never see you again, and I cant continue to accompany you.
Emily Watson, who had been enduring, cried, grieved, and mumbled to herself.
The car lights behind her were bright, and a car stopped beside Emily Watson. She raised her head with blurred tears, and a tall figure stood in front of her against the light.
"Its so late, arent you afraid when youre alone?" The voice was mellow and warm.
But its not the Jack Dawson shes thinking about.
Emily Watson didnt answer, her embarrassed appearance could only be digested by herself, and it would be harmful to him if anyone knew.
"The location here is a bit awkward, and there are not many people coming and going. If you trust me, I will take you to a place with more people, and you can take a taxi home. How about that?" The person stood against the light, but his voice made people feel at ease inexplicably.
"Youre injured? If you freeze like this, your body may not be able to bear it. Ill take you to the hospital."
Emily Watson looked up, this persons face and Jack Dawsons face kept changing, she exhaled, like a lamp that had run out of the last drop of oil, there was no light.