On Mo Huan's wedding day, Mo Ji wore that navy blue dress.
Mo Huan helped her choose it and said, "Sister, you look good in this."
Mo Ji remembered it. Every year after that, I would wear this piece on all important occasions.
She held Mo Huan's hand across the red carpet and handed her hand to another man.
Mo Huan whispered: "Sister, I'm a little nervous."
Mo Ji said: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."
This is not the first time she has lied to Mo Huan.
But this was the most painful.
Later, Mo Ji hung that dress in the deepest part of the closet and never wore it again.
It's not that I don't want to wear it.
I dare not wear it.
Mo Ji's secret love cannot be expressed.
Mo Huan liked it so much that he couldn't express it.
The sincerity at the wedding cannot be expressed in words.
I can no longer express my awakening after many years.
Mutual attack | BE | There is no need to say anything that cannot be said.
Intention: It's just that feeling, but it will never be possible again.
