I love you, Jia Ning. The man cried. It was originally a sensual and pure voice, but the man was bound by tears, hoarse, and kept repeating the words "I love you, Jianing." It felt like guilt and misery. In the eyes of others, the man looked mature and steady, with a face as beautiful as Shunhua, and the charm of a man could not be ignored in his behavior. Who would have thought that he would be sad at this point? Who is it? Who is it for?
What was different from him was another person, with a face as vigorous as a student, young, strong, and strong-willed. There was blood on his back. Suddenly he swung a heavy fist and hit the door of the emergency room. He glanced past the crowd in the corridor, and his lips were about to say seven words, "I will remember you."
Intention: Tranquility, stability and tranquility