Volume 113, Section 1155: What's so strange about a man having a scar 26 "It's not as good as it used to be."
Isn't it just a scar, she dislikes him so much, and he has a scar on his face, "Hmm." ”Gu Xiaoai replied seriously, his previous facial features can be described as perfect, but now there are more scars, although they can't be seen from a distance, but they are very obvious when seen closely.She's so smooth."
I had someone arrange for me to have surgery to remove it."
Li Juefeng said coldly, his fingers pressed the scars, and he was ugly like this, "You still want to be knifed" Gu Xiaoai looked at him and said, serious and authentic, his voice was a little hoarse, "Ugly is ugly, I don't dislike you." ”Li Juefeng's face darkened, and her tone was obviously disgusted.He had to get rid of the scar and didn't want her to sympathize with Li Juefeng and hugged her into his arms, the scorching temperature on his body was transmitted to her, Gu Xiaoai leaned on his shoulder, quieted down, and enjoyed the rare warmth.felt this dependence, she looked forward to it for a century, and when she could barely stand it, he appeared on this shoulder, let her lean on, and let her be steady.In the future, she didn't have to hold it up, she knew that he would hold her up a piece of silence in the sky, there was no music, it was very quiet."
Gu Xiaoai, don't cry in the future."
Li Juefeng said suddenly, his voice was low, he had never seen a person cry his eyes like this, as red as a rabbit.Gu Xiaoai's eyes were incredibly sore, and she tried her best to hold back, leaning on his shoulder and saying vigorously, "Hmm." ”After going through so much, as long as he is by her side, she can hold back her crying, as long as he is by her side, she doesn't have to hold anything, just hide under his umbrella.The road to my hometown is long, long.Along the way, the scenery on both sides of the retreat was fleeting in her sight Gradually, Gu Xiaoai's head slid from his shoulder to his chest, Li Juefeng glanced down, she had fallen asleep on him.Straightened Gu Xiaoai's head and let her lean comfortably on him, Li Juefeng stared at her with low eyes.During the days when he was in a coma, he kept hearing her talking, reading something all the time, and reading him English novels, over and over again, tirelessly sky-high little wife: the president's 33rd plea: