Because of love, she had to think about his future.
Because of love, she had to think about his brother and sister.
Because of love, she is often willing to sacrifice her pitiful love. as long as As long as he's happy.
Mu Anyang relayed the prepared plan to her, asked her to implement the plan at that time, and then left with an umbrella.
At this moment, there was only one person left in the pavilion.
She was sitting on the ground looking ahead, her long wet hair, her disheveled dress, and her vague consciousness.
Yes, she's like a madman at the moment.
I saw thunder and lightning in the sky, only to hear the rainstorm outside the pavilion, a gloomy scene, a sad life.
The raging raindrops fell on the small white flowers outside the pavilion little by little, completely destroying the petals of the small white flowers that had not yet had time to bloom, and the weak and boneless petals fell to the ground one by one, half buried in the mud, and rested forever in the loess.
What an ironic scene.
Their love is not like this It's over before it starts.
It's over forever and ever.
I don't know how many tears I shed, I don't know how long my heart hurts.
It wasn't until it was dark that she forced herself to wake up.
After all, tonight is the last night they will love each other.
Tomorrow, he won't belong to her.
She held on to the ground and tried her best to get up, but found that her legs were as weak as boneless, and she fell back halfway through.
"Why" She looked up and wept and questioned God.
She hates.
She resented.
She cried.
She was helpless.
Maybe it's because she knows that God never has mercy on her tears.
It took some effort for her to drag her seemingly intact but scarred body back to the house.
She walked to the living room and stopped, glanced up at the clock next to the piano, and saw that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
It's time for him to come back.
Not wanting him to see her embarrassed appearance, she held back her tears, leaned against the wall against the stairs, and walked back to the room step by step.
After returning to the room, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into a crescent-colored dress, and sat in the mirror to comb a beautiful hairstyle.
She picked up the comb and held it above her head, intending to smooth her freshly washed hair, but she quickly put it down again.
She wanted to make him dinner.
Make a final dinner for the two of them.
She put down the comb, tears dripping down the back of her hand, and before she could wipe it, she hurriedly got up and ran to the kitchen.
She ran to the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened it to find something delicious to make for him, but the annoying tears blurred all her vision, and she couldn't see what the food was in the refrigerator.
She blinked to drive away the annoying tears, and while her vision was still clear, she took a few eggs and carrots, put them in a basket, and then carried them to the kitchen cutting board.
She took out the carrots from the basket and put them on the cutting board, trying to cut them piece by piece with a knife, but that memory suddenly came to her mind.
The night before, the night before, she leaned against his chest and asked him, "Would we like to plant a lot of carrots outside the yard so that we don't have to buy carrots for the rest of our lives."
He kissed her on the forehead dotingly, and replied yes.
Everything is like the next day, or even the next day.
Looking back now, it seems like a thousand years ago. oshow7 t1706231537: