He said that he wanted to accompany him to see the scenery for a lifetime, even if the most beautiful picture in the world had already been destroyed.
He said, Ye Xiaotian, are you willing even if this is the case? Maybe one day you will die in my hands.
He, dressed in a green shirt, stood in the rain. The liquid sliding down his face was tears or rain. He didn't know and didn't want to know. He raised his left hand to feel the warmth of the rain. His long sleeves were slightly pulled back, revealing a section of white satin. He looked at Bai Duan, smiled, then squatted down, hugged himself with trembling arms, and began to cry uncontrollably.
What has he done! !
Xiaotian, his Xiaotian, the Xiaotian that only belongs to him, where have you been.
Xiaotian, has your existence been erased from this world?
——You... You are special!
When he was uneasy, he stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, and stammered such a clumsy comfort that was not considered comfort.
"Ah!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs in the rain, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction, but the two lines of tears sliding down his face revealed his vulnerability at the moment.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.
Who, hold my hand, will eliminate my half-life loneliness; I, hold your beautiful hand, will receive everything you have in this life.
Xiaotian, tell me, you and I are still breathing under the same sky, answer me quickly! !
If the heart is hurt like this, it can range from a lack of heart to a dead heart.
How to survive this life without him? In the time before the heart stops beating.