There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown but it is in my heart.
Xia Zhen suddenly remembered this sentence. He, who had always been unartistic, choked hard on the smoke he exhaled. He coughed so hard that he felt uncomfortable tears about to flow out. While calming himself, he thought that this sentence was really perfect.
Xia Zhen walked in dissatisfied, took the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed out the cigarette with one hand, "You are almost setting the room on fire, so just torture yourself. Anyway, I am the one who feels bad." With the other hand, he hugged Xia Zhen and stared into his eyes. "You seem to have something on your mind recently."
Xia Zhen glanced at the clock on the wall behind Xia Zhen. Is the final verdict coming soon? He looked at Xia Zhen, and his heart was in turmoil. Ten years of stolen time were about to come to the final verdict, and he was powerless to change anything. Was it really a dream? Xia Zhen smiled self-deprecatingly, then pulled Xia Zhen and kissed the corner of his mouth gently. There was less than a minute left before the final verdict. If it was really unchangeable, then leave him with the last good things.