I have never really been free in this life, and when I die, I can't make up for it - I still long to be by my side - right by her side! That's all!
I have been lonely for the rest of my life!!!
Such a long, so lonely life.
Just die and be the last selfish one-
He opened his eyes wide. But he couldn't see her clearly-yes, he had never seen her again, and in his life, the last side, was in the darkness, and never saw her clearly.
Just like in her life, she is always optional and belongs to the role of a supporting role - but who knows how much the person who plays a supporting role once longs to become the real protagonist?
He finally failed to become the protagonist in his life.
Fangfei cried bitterly.
The people around me no longer have a breath.
It passed away so peacefully.
It was relaxed, finally it was relaxed.
He has been waiting for many years for this day - for the day when someone actually collects the body.
In this life, there must be someone who can lend you money when you are in trouble; when you are dead, you can bury you.
As long as there is such a person - whether it is a lover or a friend, it is enough.
Come and go, thoroughly, and never worry.
Fangfei cried to the ground, and her whole body was also pressed against the cold earth. It was a long time, as if she had really died - only she, in fact, had never pretended to die - she just pretended for a while and then walked away, not knowing
The taste of true death.
And Hong, he really knew it.
This time, it was only after thoroughly that my soul was put on another world, and I would never be with them again.
Her heart was broken.
I can't even feel Luo Jia appear beside me. I can't even feel his hands supporting him at all. I even forgot about Luo Jia's existence - for too many years, she and that person have both snuggled up and broken many times -
In struggle and compromise, in tenderness and indifference, in lovesickness and revenge, in ideals and reality... a certain emotion penetrates into the bone marrow. It is deeper than love; it is more real than the enemy; it is more profound than lingering, and it is more profound than hatred.