She leaned gently on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart. She touched her belly with her hand, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Xu Xiwei's last thought before going to bed was to look back on her twenty-five-year pursuit of love. She had lived alone, been lonely, laughed and cried, searched countless times, been disappointed countless times, and been anxious countless times. But fortunately, I finally met him among thousands of people and finally stopped wandering.
She remembered something.
"Don't be impatient/You go read your book first/I'll watch my movie too/One day/we'll be nestled together/with the same book/same movie."
#This is just a simple, ideal, and loving story. Because I'm thinking, in this desolate real grassland, if love can maintain a strange and beautiful appearance, with gentle breeze and smooth flow, wouldn't it be great? #
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