The man in black took the envelope and left the corner without looking back, disappearing at the end of the street.
Looking at the voice recorder in my hand, I suddenly felt a little heavy. Is what is inside what I want to know?
After pressing the play button, the sound of their chat came out. The more he listened, the more Xu Shengyao frowned.
"Actually, I have not lost my memory."
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"The reason?"
"To deceive him"
"Xu Shengyao?"
"kindness"
My hand weakly pressed the stop button, a sad smile crept up the corner of my mouth, and tears fell disobediently.
After all, she was still lying to herself. It turned out that everything was like this. This woman was actually trying to lie to herself. How could she be so pathetic? I loved her so much. Although I wanted to take revenge on her, I still couldn't do it. I couldn't bear it.
However, she actually treated her hand like this and unconsciously covered her heart. It hurt. It was the same pain as before. She thought it would stop hurting after a few years, but now it still hurts so much. It hurts unbearably.
breathe
Ye He, you are so cruel, I will never forgive you!
After sitting in the coffee shop for a while, the two of them went to eat and didn't know what to do! So Mo Weiwei took Ye He and ran to the hot springs.
It was just that when she entered the door, she was a little embarrassed. Others thought Ye He was a boy and did not let her follow Mo Weiwei in to the girls' side. Fortunately, they later explained the truth and then entered.
It seems that this boy's clothes are sometimes a life-saving straw, and sometimes they are a troublesome burden?
"Ye Zi, I didn't know you had worked so hard. It must have been very difficult these years!" After knowing all the truth, Mo Weiwei looked at Ye He with tears in her eyes, a look of distress on her face.
"It's not hard, but it's a little uncomfortable and often heartaches." Over the past few years, it's actually not hard, but I often can't control myself and always think of those heart-wrenching memories from the past.
Every time I think of it, it hurts how beautiful my love was back then, and how painful it is when I recall it
I have loved, but I have to pass by and leave slowly
Like a kite with a broken string, I can't catch it no matter what, and I can't find any trace of it. However, it leaves a deep pain in my heart, a deep pain.