The biting cold wind from the snowy peak blew, bringing with it the sad elegance of Europe, ruffling the broken hair on his forehead and staining the traces of male tears.
Mu Si, I'm sorry, I couldn't let you return to your homeland, and I couldn't let you sleep peacefully beside me. I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry...
But I won't let you be alone forever. On that day of every month, I will come here to accompany you.
Sprinkle a touch of lavender fragrance for you in this ice and snow, so that this familiar smell will always accompany you as you sleep here.
Until I can't walk anymore...
Mu Si, your eyes are the poems I will never tire of reading all my life, your face is the most beautiful picture I have ever seen in my life, although your breath has left, it will still linger in my heart all my life.
I will never leave you, in this life and in the next life.
I hereby make a promise to you that I will be by your side for the rest of my life, and I will never marry you.
He just kept staring at that clear cloud, quietly lost in thought.
The withered face and the haggardness of having experienced the world are like a touch of isolation from this world.
This situation, the desolate vicissitudes of a heartbroken man at the end of the world, is so tragic and vivid in this majestic oriental man...
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domestic.
Everyone knew that Mu Si was in Chamonix, France, and they were all in mourning.
France is a city of romance, but why did it stage such a miserable and unprecedented tragedy, causing two people who were deeply in love to live apart from each other forever?
Lan Yuchi was even more depressed without saying a word, living a life that was heart-breaking and heart-breaking every day.
In addition to his family constantly comforting him, all his friends came to encourage him, and even Jiang Li, who had described him as a fire and water in the past, also came to advise him.
"Mu Si made such a brave move for you to live a better life. You should cheer up, otherwise how could you be worthy of her precious life."
Lan Yuchi quietly looked at the dusk sky, feeling a silent loneliness arise spontaneously.
The west side has been fainted with a blood-red color that is both red and dark, like the cuckoo crying blood.
From that time on, he liked to look up at the sky, wondering if any of the clouds in the sky were coming from Chamonix, France.
If there is, it must be mixed with the charm of twilight thoughts.
Although it was just an illusion, it could give him endless comfort, because it must be Mu Si coming back to see him.
Although this kind of thinking is so self-deceptive, it can give him a little comfort in his heart that is miserable.
He said quietly, "I know, so I will not let down the love Mu Si has given me. I will use her to fulfill my life to create more brilliance to pay tribute to her spirit in heaven. It's just that I need time to transition."