Ning Chasing Summer

Recommended to preview "When the Moon Shines on the Sun"! Short bedtime stories, free Inferior self-esteem, dank male ghost * chic and wanton cool girl Ning Yun'ou dares to love and hate in this life. When she was seventeen years old in the summer, she had the same habit of wanting to fall in love again. God followed her lead and gave her a boy who looked like sparkling wine. In the past, Ning Yunou would only take the initiative to end a relationship, but this time it was too sudden - the boy died in the second midsummer. His desk was filled with letters written to Ning Yun'ou. Love in the world can be roughly divided into two types. One kind is burned out by the fire from the beginning and separates naturally. The other kind is like falling flowers and flowing water. At first, they don't take it seriously when they meet unexpectedly, but later on, they find that they can't be separated. They both knew that this love affair was just a break from boring times. He was about to die, and she was going abroad. Each thought they could become the other's white moonlight, but in the end they both had the most eye-catching cinnabar mole, occupying the other's heart domineeringly, making the other unable to let go and love again. It's just that love with a purpose is destined to not end well, and falling in love halfway will not help. They are destined to be passers-by in each other's lives, and their ridiculous attempts to hinder each other's footsteps are ridiculous. Ning Yun'ou smiled again, but never said anything about falling in love. Xia Luo and her youthful love came to an end together. Xia Luo, with a pale face in front of the hospital bed, picked up a pen to write down her long-cherished wish. Ning Yun'ou was studying in college abroad, but he was ill for a long time and died soon. The girl's friend ordered another glass of sparkling wine, and there was only a little bit of cold, bitter liquid left in his glass. Love is really a strange thing. Ning Yunou sat at the bar and stared at the sparkling wine. When the tears were mixed in, the news was reporting a cold wave tomorrow. Once you play it, you will fall in love with it forever. Intention: We both wanted to have fun, and somehow it became true love.