On the opposite side, a figure slowly walked towards them
Stop and face, it’s her...
Qingmu Qiaojia secretly picked another flower and crushed it again
Stop and look at them...
Yinyu clenched her hands gently, but she actually couldn't use any more strength. She just wanted to come down for a walk, but she didn't expect to meet them. Is this a fate or just enemies?
She reached out and touched the glasses in her eyes. Everything was as usual. She looked at the reddish eyes of the cornflower in Qingmu's hand and saw something clear again.
Tezuka looked at her, narrowed his eyes slightly, his posture with his hands in his pockets remained unchanged, only his eyes changed, becoming more indifferent and a little bored.
She goes, he goes, close
She didn't speak, and he just regarded her as a stranger. Yes, in fact, she was a stranger in the first place. Her self-deprecating chuckle was not a stranger, what was that...
The moment Qingmu Qiaojia lowered his head, his eyes flickered slightly, and he passed by her...
A bang sound...
What is that sound?
She looked back,
My heart hurts a lot
hers, cornflower
The flower pot fell to the ground, and the fragments, soil, petals, and leaves were all broken and gone.
What sound did she hear? What was it? She collapsed in one breath
The sound of rustling footsteps came to her ears, and she lost her mind in the sea of purple flowers. What was blurry in front of her eyes?
She was blocked by a large shadow, a gust of wind blew, and she was a little cold. She looked up and saw clearly that although his face was expressionless, she saw the anger and great boredom in his eyes.
He forced himself into her, and she retreated, but she could only stand as a black shadow under his shadow, entangled constantly.
"Saya, why, this is the flower I gave to my father, why did you break it?" She heard Qing Muqiao's crying voice, and she said it was her who said it
Cornflower?
"Saya Otoyu, you are really, stubbornly stubborn, really annoying." She heard Tezuka's cold voice constantly ringing in her ears, too much, too much, too much...
Really, is it too much?
"Saya Yinyu, I don't like you, I did before, I don't like you now, and I will never like you again, and I don't want to see you again." After saying that, his shadow left, and the figure of the young man in the sun walked farther and farther, taking
The glaciers of the North Pole are too far away from her, and she will never be able to get close. So, tell her, what else can she expect?
She walked away from him with an indifferent figure, two cold marks on her face...
Indeed, in his heart, she cannot be believed
She looked at Kiyoki Hashika, who was still stunned on the spot, and when she caught her gaze, Kiyoki Hashika's body trembled. It turned out that she was also afraid of Otowa, and the corners of her lips became a little colder.
She walked closer to her, just like what he had done to her just now. It was this kind of pressure that made people unable to move. Qingmu Qiaojia stood there, with her legs as if they were nailed there. Not to mention, it was difficult to even move a step.