It was a fierce pursuit, a hail of bullets, and no chance to breathe or resist. It was like the final sprint stage of the 100-meter hurdles. The contestants used up their last bit of strength and burst out.
Maximize your potential and sprint towards the finish line...
He suddenly became enlightened.
After more than three years, I finally found a way to completely conquer love...
Yan Xixi has always been quiet.
That's an extreme sense of security.
She felt that the world suddenly became very beautiful, very fulfilling, and very positive energy - just like herself as an orphan, she was no longer so lonely.
Time has stopped, and she would rather follow him, even if she will be broken into pieces from now on.
However, this way of "death" may be beautiful...
Li Ao said, if you can choose the most pleasant way to die in life... then I would rather die this way.
This is what Yan Xixi is thinking at this moment... If he just dies like this, it doesn't matter.
A long, long time.
There was only the faintly scented breath of camellias in the air, uneven divisions, and disturbingly noisy heartbeats... No one spoke, as if once they opened their mouths, this extremely novel joy would disappear.
finally.
The wind blows in from the open window. Autumn insects are whispering all around, accompanied by the faint smell of phoenix flowers and marigolds and the peculiar smell of figs that have just begun to ripen...
There is a fig tree outside the door, which is always kept for a long time because no one picks it, and the fruits on it are still lying on it alone until winter, until the wind blows away not a single leaf left.
"Carefully..."
Her hair was stuck to her forehead, eyebrows, scattered around the corners of her eyes, everywhere on the pillow... She curled up, like a cooked shrimp, lying obediently in his arms.
She sleeps in a very good posture and never moves around.
Even this jet black hair smells very good, still permeated with a faint scent of camellia.
There was a smile all over his face and he was very, very relaxed.
The big hand gently pushed the hair away from the corners of her eyes, "Take care..."
"Carefully."
"Carefully."
Nothing, I just like to call her name like that.
Dim light, crystal clear as jade, even though I have acquired this person countless times, I am still immersed in the artistic beauty of that collection again and again... Just like a calligraphy and painting lover, the first thing I see are ordinary passers-by.
Later, I suddenly saw Wu Daozi's landscape paintings and Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
Only then was he surprised: Those before were all defective products.
The reason why artworks are so expensive is definitely not because of the artist’s reputation, but because of their preciousness.
The value of collectibles is that as time goes by, the value will become higher and higher, and the taste will become better and better.
The aesthetic vision has suddenly reached its peak.
Just like the ten thousand times of admiration and surprise in his heart: every time you thought she was beautiful enough, but there are always newer and better discoveries... Just like now, the real treasure is slowly being opened.
He was incredibly happy.
She kept blushing.
However, there was no word, just very, very sleepy...satisfied sleepiness.
