"Blue, start counting from here.
"Every time you carry me, I will spend the day with you..."
That night, on the streets of New York.
He carried her for ten kilometers.
"Yang, I won't stop where I am. I won't wait for you anymore. "
"Yang, I will always be your last resort. "
It's obviously so close. It's obviously so close. He is right in front of you. He hugs her. He willingly carried her on his back.
He held her hand tightly and firmly asked her to follow him.
In a low voice he begged her to come with him. He begged her for her happiness...
She thought of the attempted suicide. She was lying in the bathtub, and she thought she would die quietly without thinking. But the past still grew before her eyes uncontrollably. ... The last person who broke into her mind was not Lan, nor Yang, whom she had loved since childhood, but him. He is the one who has been following her, the one she least wants to think of at the moment of sin...
It turns out that no matter whether it is a noble or a vulgar ending, it never belongs to her...
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