She looked at him sideways, smiled and asked: You are not me, how do you know I am sad.
He hugged her angrily and yelled: If you don't tell me, how will I know? If you don't tell me, how will I have the chance to know?
She lowered her head, her eyelashes covering her pupils, casting shadows, and time slipped through the gaps, past the mark of the first meeting and reunion. Her voice was faint, with an unprecedented tenderness: You are not me, how can you know that I am sad. Her voice lingered for a long time, flooding his trachea and making his breathing constricted. She said, I said, I am very sad, very sad, very sad, you know?
He hugged her tenderly and said nothing. He didn't know the depth of affection beneath her indifferent appearance.
Maybe there is a thing called entanglement. One was Mo Jijie and the other was Mu Duanning. At that time, no one knew which one belonged to them, and now no one could live without the other. At first, he only saw a strange woman sitting in the aisle as if no one else was around, but he never expected that one day he would fall in love with her. At first, when she heard him talk about the past, she never thought that the girl with the same nickname as her would make her a complete failure.
But you said, if I meet you, I can't go back to the past. Once I gain it, I refuse to lose it.
Mo Jifeng has a very ordinary family background, very ordinary interpersonal relationships, very ordinary life experiences, but he has very weird ideas. She believed that eventually someone would travel across mountains and rivers to see her. Thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away.
Then Mu Duanning took off her mask and called you a coward!
This is a story about good people. She lives a mediocre life, while he lives a simple life. There are no entangled old loves, no shameless new loves, no complicated business insiders, and no wealthy family affairs. We are all just small people in the city. Maybe in a certain corner of a certain year, a certain month, two people will meet and get together like this.
Write a heartwarming story that warms the heart and lungs. There is so much misery in the world that there is no need to add it to a novel.
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