When we met for the first time, the pretty girl raised her young face and frowned, thinking to herself: Are you Li Xiuyuan? Do you want to subvert my impression like this?
Meeting for the nth time, the 17-year-old young girl shouted angrily at the handsome figure running away in the distance: Li Xiuyuan, it doesn't matter where you run, I will never give up on you.
Meeting for the n+1st time, the girl's unique delicate body was hugged by a broad and strong arm. He lowered his head and approached the girl. A deep cello-like voice sounded in the girl's ears: This time the poor monk will not run away. The poor monk will protect you, unless you don't want the poor monk anymore.
The last meeting: Pain spread throughout the body, and blood continued to flow from the girl's mouth: Xiuyuan, I'm waiting for you, you said you won't give up on me unless I don't want you. Li Xiuyuan's eyes were full of pain, his glasses were red and red, and he was as enchanting as a demon. Li Xiuyuan hugged the girl tightly and choked with sobs: I will use every means to find you, I will definitely do it, just wait for me. . . When I find you, I won't let you go. Even if you don't want me anymore, I will still tie you up. . . PS: This is my first time writing, some parts are purely fantasy, please don't follow the party's rules. . .