"Can you... Be buried with me?" Bian Xuan paused and stood there, his dark pupils making it difficult to see clearly in the dark night.
Xin Yi felt a little presumptuous after asking, so he shut up. He shouldn't have asked, how could they agree to be buried together.
"Why?" Bian Xuan raised his feet and continued walking, but he asked, his tone still calm.
Xin Yi lowered his eyes and followed, "Be quiet, you can't be buried alone, I don't want to."
Bian Xuanan listened quietly to the little girl's soft voice. Her words could be interpreted in many ways, but he understood what she wanted to express. He couldn't die alone, and he didn't want to be alone. He was quiet and not annoying.
"Okay, choose a day." Bian Xuan stopped, turned around and stood facing Xin Yi, and spoke in a warm voice, with a faint smile on his face.
Xin Yi stared blankly at the smile on the young man's face. It was warm, fascinating, and nostalgic. He suddenly felt that he was hateful. How could such a good person be buried with him.
Xin Yi wanted to regret and refuse, but found that the words came to her lips but she couldn't speak. She was so selfish and hateful. She pursed her lips and passed him home.
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"Let's bury it together, okay?"
"Don't be afraid, you are not alone, everything has passed." Xin Yi did not answer him. He should not end his life if he is so good. He will be fine, he will definitely!
The lights of Wanjia were bright, like fluorescent lights, glowing away. When she stretched out her hand, only the breeze remained in her hand, but her hand was tightly covered by a broad and strong hand, and the warmth dispelled the coldness.
A rising star goes to self-destruction, taking away a flower that goes to ruin in the malice called jealousy.
