10 years where i loved you the most chinese novel (Eng)

ch.24

The tenth favorite of you _ section reading _24



Indulging in a slow and sloppy coat, smiled and said: "But Jiang Wenxu is really determined to make a break with the previous one. After ten years of wearing a ring, throwing and throwing it, although it is not a valuable thing, is it good that someone else is not a heart? I still Counting the heart and helping you stay, will you bring it to you in about a time?"

The half-sentence of He Zhishu’s heart can’t be said, and the palms are cold. His fingers, his lips, and even his entire body were shaking. He knows that he can't wait for the pain of the whole heart to jump out. He points to the door and bites his teeth: "Go out!"

I am so addicted to my eyebrows that I am not entangled.

The moment the door closed, He Zhishu slammed to the ground. He pressed his back against his lips, and a large amount of blood stains ooze out of his fingers.

It turns out that it is this feeling that you don’t want to be born.

It is better to die clean. One hundred.

Chapter 41

He knows that he is lying on the ground, and his blood has penetrated his chest. The pain that can force people to suffocate in the past, the rest is better than any previous calm.

He fixed the ring of the ring finger of the right hand ring. He wore a ring for more than ten years, and Capricorn had been tens of thousands of times. It turned into a rope and firmly held his own infatuation.

I don't know, my most precious things are cheap and humble in the eyes of others. The cruel facts are in front of you, telling yourself clearly—your persistence is a joke.

He knows that the ring has faded a little bit, and it takes too long to wear it. It is difficult and painful to pick it up. But the last ring that can be left is nothing but a white and shallow trace.

He closed his eyes and left the ring far away, except for the soft sound of the floor that jumped into the bottom of the sofa and left nothing.

He knows that he has been lying on the ground for a long time before he gets up, wash his face, clean his clothes, and cook for the kittens. He felt that he might be really numb, and the puppets were holding needlework and sewing the broken heart. In the new three years and the old three years, nothing more than this.

When Jiang Wenxu went home, He Zhishu was reading a book in the living room. He didn't hear the movement at the door. He just looked at the book with a smile of satisfaction.