The Garden of the Mental Hospital (GL)

I actually. . . I cried. . . Those who show deep affection continue to walk in the city with irreversible pain and a past that seems like a world away, and everything returns to peace. From then on, I know how to cherish and see through life better, but I can never go back to the past. They hold your heart bluntly with a kind of incomplete beauty, which is a slow and long suffocation. "Do you regret killing her?" "No." She replied quickly, "I don't regret it."

Uncomfortable. . . I feel that he, which is made up of countless tragedies, gives hope but cannot see the future, is more heartbreaking than be. It's been a long time since I've experienced such satisfying heartache. Thank you Ning Yuan for such a good article.

Su Xinye died the most sadly, with the other end of the red line right in front of him, but this man loved his enemy deeply. As the protagonist, Su Xinye took too many bullets, especially when his ear was injured and he had his wrist broken when he fought back, only to be hit by another bullet. . . Suddenly, I felt like I was being cannon fodder invisibly, and the sadness was inexplicably the background. .

Thank you very much for your work. Thank you for your hard work.

It's very sad, but my sister likes it very much! Abuse... Continues

On the thin line between life and death, between good and evil thoughts, if you love too deeply, you will be hurt, if you are hurt too deeply, you will be confused.

I liked Xin and Xiaobu at first, until I saw Su appear on the scene, the red thread of fate played tricks on people, and in the end all they got was a warm embrace...

After reading more than half of it, I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I secretly read the last few chapters. Ah!!!! Don't you dare to be so cruel!!! I decided not to watch anything I didn't watch in the middle. My little human heart can't stand the stimulation...

Recently I read all kinds of extremely sadistic articles by Ning Da, so I finally successfully became numb...

Read Ning Yuan's writings, from youth to maturity, the gorgeous transformation...