"Shen Xinian, do you know that you must have broken the hearts of many girls before?"
"Indifferent, mean, venomous, bad character, not romantic, and not able to please people.
By the way, you still make your own decisions and think you are right. "Hai Wei listed Shen Xinian's misdeeds intermittently, and his speaking speed became slower and slower.
Afterwards, a voice that only he could hear muttered in a low voice,
"But, that's it, how, how can I still like you?"
Chi Shuliang smiled, "I was really naive at that time, thinking that love was so indestructible and eternal.
Oh, in the end, just like this glass, it shattered all over the floor and pricked people with blood. "
Haiwei stopped and looked at him. It must be another story of love and separation, resentment and resentment, and failure.
Sweet words can only turn around in vain, no matter how sonorous love is, how can it be worth time?
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