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"I asked Tabia MBT, she would not say. "See Zhou Nianhai eager face, Nie Yuyao took heart and added a sentence," one said to be her only love. ”
As expected, Zhou Nianhai eyes full of blue light, he read in silence, "she loves the people of sth She love sth "
Nie Yuyao distressed is going numb, the man can always make their own pain to asphyxia, but does not have its own location in the heart, later, no. Fact that she had already seen clear enough, but love for so many years, should we do to right?
She kissed him, in his meditation "she loved one" of the moment, everything happened so suddenly. He is a little confused, but he quickly recovered, forced bonds asunder.
This Kiss, no romance, and some MBT Tabia Black White, just sad.
"Please, I just want Flash, you lied to me now, when the wish is to help me complete this sth" love to the humble, after she finally understand Hu Lancheng encountered Zhang Ai-ling's departure from the dust of the flower. For many years, she only wanted to see him depart from dust in a brilliant flower, even if only a moment fanghua, such a request, do too much?
"Forgive me, I can't ruin you, besides sharpin, my life, not love anyone again. "Nie Yuyao of Zhou Nianhai looked at crashes to the extreme, although not, but I must tell her that the cruel truth.
What effort nor a Nie Yuyao, Zhou Nianhai answered told her that even a moment, she is no longer fantasy. She felt that he should leave, in this House MBT Tabia Caviar Black, there is diffuse sharpin scent, even if she's gone, there are some things, and never changes.
She outspread of to door go to, but in to taken door of that moment, see has another a Zhang tears of face, that Zhang always similar of let own confused of face, that Zhang always laugh was on own said to to own happy of face, that Zhang always in she most helpless of when appears of face, now are with lonely of eyes, carved into bone marrow of sadness, appears in she before.
After her brain in briefly blank, actually like the cinematic, played a big title, the "Finish".
Margin to dream, margin to become empty, so then, why should we meet.