It’s not that I don’t have tears anymore, it’s that I haven’t met anyone who will make me shed tears.
It was already too late when I realized I was wrong.
Losing the warmth from Duan Zhaoan's body, his heart seemed to be cold. Gu Chen looked up at the man whose stern face was slightly condensed and his eyes were as soft as water, and said calmly: "I'm fine, I just want to understand something and feel a little uncomfortable. Now, I want to
Stay with him, stay with him well, and don’t want to be disturbed."
"Your injury needs to be treated, and we don't feel comfortable leaving." Rong Zhao's voice came from above his head gently. He lowered his head, his long eyelashes blocked the astringency in his eyes, and said caringly: "You
The sorrow needs someone to share it, it is too heavy for you to bear."
In Rong Zhao's eyes, no matter how powerful Gu Chen is, she is still a girl, a girl who needs a man to take care of her.
Shaking his head, Gu Chen slightly curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that would fade away at any time, "No, I don't need others to share my sorrow." She needs to keep the sorrow after loss in her heart forever.
, because she doesn’t want to lose it again, and she doesn’t want to have such pain that is unbearable in life.
She should always remember to cherish and hold on to the people who love her.
"I'm below, waiting for you to come down." Duan Zhaoan leaned over and pressed a light kiss on her forehead. He stood up like a towering mountain, guarding his lover in his own unique way.
Sometimes, a person's sadness also needs space. Gu Chen has her pride, and she needs to slowly calm down the sadness that just surged up here. When we see each other again, she is still the same cold-eyed person with frivolous eyes but an extremely strong heart.
Gu Chen.
Rong Zhao frowned, he did not agree with Duan Zhaoan's words, "She needs..."
"Give her the umbrella, what she needs now is an umbrella." Duan Zhaoan intercepted his words lightly, staring at the black and white photo on the tombstone with his deep eyes,... Please go on your way.
Two figures who were as straight as bamboos were walking on the stone steps. They were clearly of completely different temperaments. At this time, they were exuding a coldness that would keep strangers away from them. Their thin lips were pursed and their steps were calm.
Come down the mountain.
Rong Zhao didn't go far and stopped uneasily, "She cried. This is the first time I saw her cry."
"She understood something, that's why she shed tears." Although he didn't know what she understood, when he saw the regret and pain in her eyes, he thought for a moment that maybe the sadness was appropriate.
benefit.
Duan Zhaoan, bathed in the drizzle, slowed down a little, but he always maintained an incredible calmness towards brother Yi and his rival in love.
A man like him is not only born with leadership style, but also with personality charm, which has led to a group of brothers following him. Even if he likes Gu Chen's appearance, he will not fight against him just because he likes Gu Chen.
.
"We need to give her enough space to let her come out on her own. No one can help her, only she can help herself." He said slowly and calmly, and his clear voice contained the coldness of Qiu Yu, which was a little light.
The coldness of the earth was trapped in it.
Mountains and rain became two elegant background curtains. The two people walking side by side maintained a consistent speed, and even the size of their steps was surprisingly the same.
This is a tacit understanding. The tacit understanding of life and death that emerged from the hail of bullets has been integrated with the bones and blood, and will not easily break the bond between them.
