Jinxia Fleeting Time

Over the past five years, I have tried to erase his image from my mind, but his image has long been ingrained in me, and no matter how hard I try, I cannot forget it. I didn't expect that we would meet again. It wasn't until my heart felt bursts of pain that I came back to my senses. He didn't change much, but the coldness in his eyes made me understand that he was no longer the boy I was familiar with five years ago. I think I will probably never forget him in this life. Every time I meet him, familiar memories come flooding back to me. Those memories that make me heartache, I try so hard to forget, but the memories become more and more profound. In the past five years, only the scenery has passed, and the only thing that remains unchanged is my love for you. This time, let me love you, okay? ···········I am the gorgeous dividing line······················ "Impulse is the devil. Don't be impulsive. If you have something to say, it's okay to say it." Looking at the man sharpening his knife, I quickly smiled charmingly. Pooh! I secretly despised myself, I was so spineless. "Really?" He stepped forward with a non-smiling smile and grabbed my wrist. I quickly continued to laugh, as the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. It's such a shame to spurn yourself again! "Little girl, you are very brave, dare to kick me, young master." He came close to my ear and breathed softly. "There's a first time for everything." I shrank my neck and blinked innocently. "Then, should I thank you for letting me experience the feeling of being kicked for the first time." He looked at me with a smile, but his tone was neither yin nor yang. My hair stood on end. "No, no, no, I like helping people very much, so there's no need to thank me." I waved my hand quickly, "That's it, we don't owe each other any more, I'm leaving first, goodbye!" After saying that, I wanted to run away. The man still held my wrist tightly, and the beautiful Danfeng narrowed his eyes. He raised his hand and pinched my chin, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. I didn't realize just now that his pupils were blue, deep dark blue, a very melancholy color. However, no matter how I looked at him, I felt that he had nothing to do with the word "melancholy".