If I never met you, if I never fell in love with you, if I never gave up on you...
He said that Wang Yan was like a bottle of top-quality red wine imported from France to him, and he couldn't put it down just by looking at it. Noble, elegant, mysterious and mellow, each taste has a different taste. But there was only one bottle of wine, and it was gone after he drank it. He felt that he couldn't catch her or control her. Just like this wine, he couldn't afford it. And his ex-girlfriend is like his boiled water. Although it has no taste, he can't live without it. No matter how good the red wine is, it cannot replace boiled water.
Wang Yan smiled when he heard this and said only one sentence. From the beginning, he never thought of letting me become his boiled water.
Later, she added four more words to this sentence, just for a taste.
"That woman, do you love her?" Wang Yan raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.
Lu Li looked at Wang Yan standing in the sun, and for a moment he felt like he was back in time. The next moment, Wang Yan would turn around and look at him with a smile. The sunlight was dancing on her face, hair, and eyes, just like her, dancing in her heart. Then, occasionally I asked myself with a playful smile, "Lu Li, do you love me?"
"Love." Lu Li's voice was hoarse, scattered in the warm afternoon, and seemed fragmented.
"I thought it was fate that we met, but I forgot that there is another word, fate but no fate."
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