Lin Nan: "You said last time that you were getting married."
"Yeah."
The woman was crying so hard that her tears dripped onto the screen.
His whole body was shaking.
She looked at her phone. The page stayed on the chat interface with him, but she didn't know how to reply for a long time.
As she was typing, another message popped up on the other side: "Getting married next year."
With trembling hands, she pressed the screen a few times and typed "What about me?" After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to send it.
The man replied instantly: "What are you?"
Her youth, her seventeenth year in the prime of life.
Aren't the words she said, the things she did, and the tears she shed worth mentioning?
It hurt, she was in so much pain.
Never mind.
What's the use of saying this.
"Then can I go to your wedding?"
Everyone knew that she didn't mean it.
That night, Lin Nan always fell asleep with her mobile phone in her hands. Even if she didn't think about anything, she couldn't help but shed tears while lying on the bed.
It seemed like all the tears in that life had been drained overnight.
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