Under the sun, she lay quietly in Chu Yilun's palm, and the dazzling colors on the perfect and exquisite ring appeared in and out with the flowing light. It was so starry and dazzling that it was impossible to look at it.
"It is said that this was carefully built by Napoleon for his lover, which can ensure peace and happiness for the rest of his life..."
Chu Yilun, who was wearing a silver-gray dress, was noble and tall. Even when he was kneeling on one knee, he was as handsome and noble as the legendary sun god Apollo. At this moment, his shining green eyes were like the spring lake, shining.
With ripples of light.
Cheng Liuli was stunned on the spot.
Since she was very young, she had longed for the day when Chu Yilun would get down on one knee and propose to her like he did today.
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For eighteen years, he was her god, her heaven, her faith, and everything in her life.
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But now, why can't I find that kind of excitement, that kind of expectation, that kind of joyful longing and surprise?
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Has she changed, or has he changed?
Or, it is not the person who changes, but the current events, time, state of mind and everything that has been tempered by the passage of time.
As a Western philosopher once said, one cannot step into the same river twice.
For her, the same is true, what is lost can never be recovered.
She is no longer what she used to be. Even if he steps into her river again, everything has changed and is no longer what it used to be.
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"Alan——" Her voice was hoarse, "I think I can't promise you..."
"Why?" Chu Yilun's bright green eyes suddenly shrank and darkened, "Is there any other obstacle between the two of us? Or are you really in love with the man who imprisoned you?
, Yesuluo?”
Those three familiar words came out of Chu Yilun's mouth. Cheng Liuli couldn't help but trembled. No, she didn't want to hear this name!
It was her fault, her almost paranoid stubbornness, that ultimately led to the death of the gangster who loved her most.
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How many days had passed, and she could not hear that person's name. It seemed as if there was a sharp knife in her heart that was gouging, turning, and stirring.
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The fishy smell is thick and the flesh and blood are blurred.
"I am no longer the person I used to be, Alan. My body is no longer pure. I am no longer worthy of you..."
"I don't care!" Chu Yilun was still kneeling, his dark green eyes were deep and intense, "No matter what you have experienced, in my heart, you will always be the purest and most beautiful little Lili. I love you all my life.
Please give me a chance to take care of you forever. ．
Cheng Liuli shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Alan, I haven't thought about it yet. Don't force me, don't force me..."
Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her chest. She covered her mouth with her hands and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom on the side.
When she walked out of the bathroom, Chu Yilun was already standing on the balcony outside, holding the carved railing with one hand, quietly staring at the sky full of colorful clouds outside.
The silent figure seems to be isolated from the world. Even though he is so lonely, he still has a kind of nobility and dignity. He has a proud side profile, straight and long eyelashes, and ice-green eyes as deep as cold pools.