Before she shed tears, she turned around and left, leaving a simple shadow in his eyes...
People must learn to give up...
The past love and resentment is buried in the bottom of my heart, leaving faint memories in my heart...
People must learn to give up...
Let each other have an easier start. Love that is bruised and bruised is not unforgettable...
This reminds people of Xu Zhimo’s modern poem "Farewell to Cambridge". Although "Farewell to Cambridge" is not about love, it is suitable for this free and easy artistic conception...
I left quietly...
Just as I came quietly...
I waved my sleeves...
Without taking away a single cloud...
From the first day Han Yi'er came to the Yun family, she stayed in the Yun family in an elegant and graceful manner. Now she leaves with a breath of fresh air and has not entered the mortal world.
It's just that she didn't know that she didn't have a cloud with her, because before she knew it, she had...
Taking away Yun Aotian's fiery heart...
The silent night makes people's hearts clear, but the bright moon is confusing people's minds. Sometimes the heart is peaceful and sometimes chaotic. The feeling is so melancholy and makes people sigh.
Gradually leaving the melancholy mansion and getting into Lin Yuze's car, Han Yi'er looked at the dead tree running outside the window with a lot of confusion in her eyes: "Yuze...I'm sorry."
Listening to her guilty voice, I looked at her confused eyes through the rearview mirror...
I couldn't understand, hadn't I already taken her away from the pain? Why was there no joy in her eyes?
Could it be...
Is leaving the beginning of real pain for her?
Lin Yuze couldn't understand her at the moment, nor could he understand the girl beside him.
For him, rescuing her and making him happy seemed to have gradually become his mission.
Although she failed to escape, for a confident man like Lin Yuze, this was just the beginning...
Frowning, Lin Yuze complained dissatisfiedly: "Can you be more practical?"
"What's practical?" He turned his head in confusion and looked at him curiously.
With this interruption, Han Yi'er seemed to have slowly broken free from her sadness. Lin Yuze smiled with satisfaction and looked at her with a treacherous face: "The corner of my mouth hurts. Why don't you kiss me to express it?"
"...Is this real?" Han Yi'er asked awkwardly.
"Well, I'm a very realistic person." He smiled mischievously and pointed at the bruises on the corners of his mouth. Lin Yuze urged impatiently: "Why don't you kiss me soon?"
"You..." His brows were knitted together, his little face instantly turned red, and he hit his shoulder hard: "Why are you like this?" Han Yi'er said dissatisfiedly and turned away pretending to be angry.
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Making her "angry" was a joy for Lin Yuze. Every time he teased her, she would break free from the shadows...
Now his position beside her is just a pistachio, right?
Haha, I never thought that I would have the talent to play a clown?
Lin Yuze looked at the front of the car, smiled bitterly, with a little melancholy in his eyes, stretched out his big hand and put it on her head: "Perhaps, you still can't let go of your love for him, but... I feel that today I
Never come back empty-handed." She took a deep breath, took away his big hands, held the steering wheel with both hands, and looked at her back affectionately: "I only hope that in the future, I can surpass his position in your heart.