I do, the bride said to the groom in the church, I do. She put her hand on her cheek, it was so hot.
During those nights, she rested her head on his lap, looked at the stars in the sky and listened to him say that in the future we will have a big house, paint the whole room as blue as the sea, and have a very large floor-to-ceiling window. Every night we sit next to the window and count the stars in the sky one by one.
Seven years is a scar that is too long.
Life is reincarnation after reincarnation. In different times and spaces, we will encounter so many similarities, and she is her similarity.
She and she have a cinnabar mole of the same size above her right eyebrow. They also like to drink tea with many jasmine petals called Bitan Piaoxue. They also hate the bitter taste and like sugar-fried chestnuts. They also only like to lightly purse their lips when smiling. Similarly, when walking with him, she likes to hold the first joint of his right index finger.
He is a man whose road leads to death. Before he reached her intersection, he had already gone in his own direction, so no matter how beautiful the scenery here was, he still stayed on the road he had chosen before without hesitation, even though he knew better than anyone else that the end of the road was sealed.
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