"Thank you..." Xi Haitang said subconsciously, a shallow whisper floating in the corridor in front of the hotel. There are so many people in this world who are looking forward to happiness, but in reality they are always stingy and refuse to lend a helping hand. The real world hurts
It hurts my eyes.
Such a picture seemed to appear in front of him. Just ten minutes ago, he walked towards the transparent glass automatic door. The door opened in response, and his eyes were reflected on the glass, losing the sharp color of the past and the perfect shape.
The corners of his lips were slightly stiff because he no longer had the usual smile.
The picture gradually blurred, everything turned gray, everything faded away like a tide, leaving only his figure and his outline, so clear. That was the only tattoo in her life. It was beautiful, but also very painful.
I was so reluctant, but it was as inevitable as fate to embark on this thorny road of love. The road was long and windy.
Ten minutes, only ten minutes left. The time that flicks the fingers is the sadness hidden on the horizon.
The cicada said, "Thousands of years in the world are just a moment when I fly over a lotus." The most ruthless thing in the world is time, because it is the least able to change.
Time is so short and memories are so long. We have gone through the prosperous years together, but we are always as far apart as the end of the world.
Xi Haitang could no longer feel the regret of passing by her. The waiters and some guests in the hotel nearby were talking about it, but she could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat in her ears.
Whoever deceives himself can pass the fleeting time, whoever misunderstands that it can end with a smile, whoever misses the fleeting time.
Dreams are broken but never forgotten; love stumbles into despair.
But unexpectedly, no more tears came from her eyes. Even she felt strange. In disbelief, she raised the back of her hand and touched her eyes lightly. They were dry and astringent, but there was no tear.
Looking at the sky outside, it was clear and clear. Maybe her tears had already turned into rain and reincarnated.
Xi Haitang turned around silently, went upstairs, and returned to Room 403. She felt that his clean and cool breath seemed to still linger in the air. She opened the window to dissipate the smell, and then went into the bathroom to wash her face.
In the passing years, the warmth he left behind will not be easily frozen. Now that she is used to him, she will remember what he once taught her to keep going and keep going better!
The world is so big, and they all have the opportunity to meet. If she is more positive, can she increase the chance of meeting again?!
Tomorrow's exchange meeting will be her first opportunity. Mr. Damon Moore's reputation is world-renowned. Before others arrive, the streets of Copenhagen are already boiling. Everyone who follows him will be captured in the camera. She once wanted to be
Damon Moore's student, that came from her own dream, and now, she has even stronger motivation!
If she can really be chosen by Mr. Damon Moore, it is not an exaggeration to say that she will become famous overnight. In that case, she will have more chances to be known and seen by him!
He sold the Jin Jue, but only left the brilliant jewelry, because it was the business left by his mother, and she believed that he would still pay attention to the trends in the jewelry design industry in the future, and she would work hard to become that
The focal point made his eyes follow closely!
Xi Haitang thought as the cool water wet her face, turning the wounds in her heart into roses.
The flowers blooming among thorns, the more I cry, the more I look up to them. Love is getting stronger step by step and blooming regardless of my own safety!
Opening the suitcase, Xi Haitang took out the dress and shoes she brought from China, looked at them, and put them away again. These were not enough! Her blood seemed to have been injected with the most violent power, clamoring to be released.
All the power!
Grabbing her wallet, Xi Haitang hurried out again. On Stroai Street opposite the hotel, a large golden light illuminated the outline of the entire city clearly and transparently. The clean wind carried the fragrance of flowers.
The strong and fresh sourness of the grass is just like her heart, firm and persistent!
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The next day, the exchange meeting organized by Mr. Damon Moore was extremely gorgeous from the beginning. It was even better than the grand occasion of the "hand-holding appointment", although the size of the scene was not comparable to the scale of the award ceremony.
, but the low-key magnificence implicit in it is unparalleled.
Most of the guests had entered the venue, their clothes were on and they were drinking and drinking. Everyone was secretly looking forward to it. Xiao Muyuan, the "Ghost Hand Chihiro", hadn't arrived yet.
suddenly--
The noise from the direction of the door suddenly dropped, and a figure came from the end of the red carpet. Everyone's expressions were lifted!
Once you look at it, you can never take it back. The brightness of the spotlight is almost blinding, but no one blinks, for fear that they will miss every bit of beauty.
Xiao Muyuan wore a black handmade suit that blended meticulousness and exquisiteness. His expression was light, but he gave off an extremely special mysterious and noble temperament that others could never match. The woman beside him was even more astonishingly beautiful.
She wore a deep and noble purple satin skirt. The fabric flowed softly and smoothly on her skin. The one-line one-shoulder sling showed simple elegance in the seemingly random details. The fine crystals on her chest were like broken pieces.
The moonlight shines brightly.
The swaying skirt draws a graceful arc at the moment of turning around, showing great grace.
The scenery on the back is not characterful, not luxurious, nor charming. It is not exposed, but extremely flamboyant. The pearly glossy fabric is cut into a very special but extremely beautiful combination, as if each one has just been mined and cut.
The gemstone pattern, together with the cold and bright ground, gives the high-end dress a touch of power. The light refracts, making the dress even more dazzling.
The tough lines and obvious color separation are solemn and elegant, without losing the gentle and subtle temperament of oriental women.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes like glass, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes in Eastern mythology, dancing its bright wings to disperse the burning meteors, transforming gorgeously...
(Dear friends, don’t ask when the ending will be. Just get it done when it’s time to do it. Don’t delay, because dragging me is more tiring than you. It’s not far away! Just have a little more patience, hehe