Chasing Love, the Time Is Slightly Cooler

[Yimingju] Reading represents taste [Xizhi] Edited by [Recommended]: Warm message from a friend: Very beautiful! Su Su Xiaoai's "Our Song 1: Whose Side Are We On" [Completed]: http://novel. Hongxiu. Com/a/293070/ Statement Wen Nuan is hurt, there is no obvious bloodshed, only the pain of two people in love. Don't abandon the trap, keep updating, and feel free to enter the trap~~~ Introduction When they met, he had another her in his heart, and she also had another him in her heart. The first time he met her, the enchanting mole in her eyes captivated his eyes, and he started to chase her. When she lay in his arms and became his her, who was she in his heart? This is a desperate chase. When love becomes a fetter, Axin, how can I be willing to let you spend the rest of my life with me? How could I let you wait with me until the end of my life? [On the wedding day. The man was wearing a black dress, but the expression on his face was neither sad nor happy, not even remotely festive. The ceremony was completed, but the groom did not kiss the bride. A childish call came to his ears, and the man turned his head sharply. The child's eyes gradually overlapped with those in his memory, and there was a teardrop under his eyes, a clear expression of sadness. He approached the child step by step, and his heart was like a drum. Is it you? Are you back? Two years ago. Man and woman sitting in cafe. The man stared closely at the woman's long, exotic hair, his face full of deep pain. After a long while, he finally asked: "Do you really love this man?" The woman also looked up at him and stroked her long hair: "Axin, I am already twenty-nine years old. I cannot say that I am old, but I am no longer young. Who am I qualified to consider whether I love or not? And such a stable life now is actually what I have been pursuing along the way." Five years ago. That night will always remain in Axin's memory. The enthusiastic Lu Xiaolu gave him the ultimate pleasure. But, why did it turn around, but it was lost somewhere? Who among us missed whom? The hourglass of time goes too fast. Our memories gradually cool down over time. If I am no longer here, please forget me. If you're passing by and don't have time to read the article~~ I'll throw in a cup of coffee~~~