She grabbed my hand and I threw it hard, but to no avail. She stretched out her hand and hugged me into her arms. I struggled desperately, but she was so strong that I couldn't break away at all. She gently touched my head, lowered her head and coaxed in my ear: ", I will never leave you."
Her voice was so gentle, my nose felt sour, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and started crying in her arms.
She was a little anxious when she saw me crying. She stretched out her hands to hold my face and licked the tears off my face bit by bit.
I felt a little itchy and wanted to push her away, but she grabbed my hand and said, "Honey, I don't want those roses."
Hearing this, I was stunned.
I remember a girl saw those roses and said, "Wow, those roses are so beautiful!"
I admit, those roses are indeed beautiful, and I also like roses.
They are beautiful, but they belong to my lover, so I don't think they are beautiful anymore.
Suddenly I remembered that she had given me a rose before, and it is still in my room. The rose has withered. I want to know when our love will wither, so that I can be mentally prepared in advance, otherwise I have to cherish every minute with her now.
She suddenly stopped, said something to me, and then kissed my lips.
"Don't be afraid, grandma, I won't get married."
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