HP Lucyfleeing Time

When Narcissa Black first met Lucius Malfoy, she just wanted him to go away. Her father told her: This is a marriage, you need to smile. She smiled, but she was sneering in her heart. Later he brought a dose of medicine and she gave him a green silk ribbon in return. The palms of my hands suddenly grew tangled curves. "We are masterpiece." "You have written me many letters, but you have never written me a love letter. I hope that our future life will be a love letter." In the hustle and bustle of the world, the day ends, and tired eyes carefully peek, we are each other's salvation and the sustenance of the soul. Intention: The word "forever" is a sweet deception. They hide their own secrets in their hearts, but in the darkness like thick ink, they use the warmth of their palms to dispel each other's haze.