After listening to his explanation, I felt much more comfortable. It turned out that he had slowly entered my heart. I was a little confused. If this continues, I am afraid that one day I will be deeply trapped in his feelings and cannot extricate myself.
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This reminded me of Haohua again. He once held me in his arms so tenderly and spoke sweet words to me, but in the end he was ruthlessly abandoned.
Thinking of this, I felt sour in my heart. I pushed Shangguan Yun away fiercely, and the tears brewing in my eyes finally couldn't help but fall.
"You...what's wrong with you?" Shangguan Yun was dumbfounded when he saw my tears.
Maybe he didn't expect that she would be so docile in his arms just now, and she would shed crystal clear tears at this moment.
I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and said to him: "From now on, you are you and I am me. We have nothing to do with each other. I hope you'd better make it clear to your girls. I don't want to be slapped again." After saying that, I shook my head.
He rushed out the door without looking back.
After leaving the door, I didn't know how I walked to the bus stop, let alone how I got on the bus.
I sat next to the window, opened the window, and let the strong wind blow across my face...
The scene of being with Haohua before appeared in front of me again. At that time, I was as carefree as a bird in his arms every day, and he always doted on me and accommodated me.
, thinking about it, my heart began to feel a dull pain again.
So I took out my cell phone from my pocket and sent a message to Huiqing: Woman, I miss him again!
Every time I miss him and feel heartbroken, I will call Huiqing and send messages. It’s just that I haven’t thought about him like this for a long time. I have completely buried him in my heart. This time, why this time?
Why do I still think of him when I miss him so much?
It was him. He was the one who left me ruthlessly. No matter how much I begged him, he was so hard-hearted and refused to give me a chance. He still left me so ruthlessly. He must not know how many tears I shed for him.
I thought my tears had long since dried up for him.
He must not know how I got through that period and what it felt like to cry every day.
He must not know that my tears are no longer salty, but have become bitter...