But she never noticed how much she paid for such a change.
It was a plain voice and a calm tone, but she could hear the distress in his words.
Sincere and unabashedly distressed.
How could he know???
Why did she spend so many nights crying awake because she hated them?
How many times had she used her nails to carve crescent-shaped blood marks on her palms in order to hate them?
In order to hate them, how many times had she worked sleeplessly, worked hard, and tried again, just so that one day she could take revenge on them?
She became less like herself and more like a machine, a machine for revenge.
If it weren't for this man, she might still be living like that mechanically.
The tears flowed more and more, but she didn't want to be seen by him, so she could only lower her head so hard that her neck hurt, and then she felt a pair of hands appear on her waist, reaching out to hug her into a sky-like sky.
In the same broad embrace.
In that chest, she shed tears freely.
But he forgot that in the past, An Jingxing would never let such an ugly side of himself be exposed in front of anyone except himself.
Perhaps even before she knew it, she had already regarded him as a special person.
Because it's special, because it's important, it makes me uneasy, it makes me afraid, and it makes me want to stay away.
People are always reluctant to wear expensive things.
Isn't it?
"An Jingxing, everyone has an ulterior past. Give yourself a chance."
The man's voice came from above his head, low and hoarse.
An Jingxing's heart moved slightly, but he said nothing.
After a while, her tears subsided, and her hands... little by little wrapped around his waist.
After a while, Tang Qianrong found that she was no longer shivering in his arms... and the small hands holding him slid slightly on his back.
It took him a long time to realize that it was her fingertips, moving from one point to another.
From one line to another.
It turns out...she is writing.
She wrote it over and over again many times.
He suddenly discovered that what she wrote behind his back was all one word... OK.
A smile flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly involuntarily. The moment he picked up An Jingxing, Tang Qianrong suddenly remembered the last words said by the little flower seller.
The girl spoke English, with a somewhat funny pronunciation, but he still understood it.
These are some magical flowers that will bring you a magical night.
It will make your wife love you more.
However, Tang Qianrong has believed in magic, God, and so on since he was a child.
But this was the first time that he felt that the rain tonight might really be the good luck brought to him by the dozen roses he bought.
And this brings them one step closer. Perhaps, they are still some distance away from the strong connection they want to achieve.
But as long as she is willing to open her heart, he has enough patience.
When An Jingxing was brought back to the bed, he noticed that the little woman in his arms did not refuse.
When he was about to stand up from her arms, he found that the little woman's hand tightly hugged his waist and did not let go.
Between men and women, such behavior represents an invisible hint.
When he thought about the possible content of that hint, his mouth felt a little dry and his whole body felt hot.
But she never noticed how much she paid for such a change.
It was a plain voice and a calm tone, but she could hear the distress in his words.
Sincere and unabashedly distressed.
How could he know???
Why did she spend so many nights crying awake because she hated them?
How many times had she used her nails to carve crescent-shaped blood marks on her palms in order to hate them?
In order to hate them, how many times had she worked sleeplessly, worked hard, and tried again, just so that one day she could take revenge on them?
She became less like herself and more like a machine, a machine for revenge.
If it weren't for this man, she might still be living like that mechanically.
The tears flowed more and more, but she didn't want to be seen by him, so she could only lower her head so hard that her neck hurt, and then she felt a pair of hands appear on her waist, reaching out to hug her into a sky-like sky.
In the same broad embrace.
In that chest, she shed tears freely.
But he forgot that in the past, An Jingxing would never let such an ugly side of himself be exposed in front of anyone except himself.
Perhaps even before she knew it, she had already regarded him as a special person.
Because it's special, because it's important, it makes me uneasy, it makes me afraid, and it makes me want to stay away.
People are always reluctant to wear expensive things.
Isn't it?
"An Jingxing, everyone has an ulterior past. Give yourself a chance."
The man's voice came from above his head, low and hoarse.
An Jingxing's heart moved slightly, but he said nothing.
After a while, her tears subsided, and her hands... little by little wrapped around his waist.
After a while, Tang Qianrong found that she was no longer shivering in his arms... and the small hands holding him slid slightly on his back.
It took him a long time to realize that it was her fingertips, moving from one point to another.
From one line to another.
It turns out...she is writing.
She wrote it over and over again many times.
He suddenly discovered that what she wrote behind his back was all one word... OK.
A smile flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly involuntarily. The moment he picked up An Jingxing, Tang Qianrong suddenly remembered the last words said by the little flower seller.
The girl spoke English, with a somewhat funny pronunciation, but he still understood it.
These are some magical flowers that will bring you a magical night.
It will make your wife love you more.
However, Tang Qianrong has believed in magic, God, and so on since he was a child.
But this was the first time that he felt that the rain tonight might really be the good luck brought to him by the dozen roses he bought.
And this brings them one step closer. Perhaps, they are still some distance away from the strong connection they want to achieve.
But as long as she is willing to open her heart, he has enough patience.
When An Jingxing was brought back to the bed, he noticed that the little woman in his arms did not refuse.
When he was about to stand up from her arms, he found that the little woman's hand tightly hugged his waist and did not let go.
Between men and women, such behavior represents an invisible hint.
When he thought about the possible content of that hint, his mouth felt a little dry and his whole body felt hot.
