#GBThe strong female protagonist is crazy about sex repair
#mutualsalvation
Time flies by, flattening all the dents and bulges.
Emil sometimes looked up inadvertently, and through the blurred night fog, he seemed to be able to see the night in the restaurant, the refraction of red wine in the glass and black tea in the ceramic cup.
He walked in the garden in the moonlight. The moonlight was like flowing water, quietly flowing on a leaf and flower. His illness has improved a lot, and he has fewer and fewer memories under the whistle. Although he will still fall into inextricable pain, he looks at the bright roses among the thorns, which are fiery red and more scorching than the flames.
He no longer felt afraid, because the end of the pain was always her.
The nightmares of the past are always with him, and her whistle is his courage to die.
Intention: My wish is, the right love!
