Take it out, it's more ugly than other girls, I don't know how many times.
At that time, she felt very ashamed, and she thought about throwing this concentric knot into the fire plate and burning it, but Yan Jiuming was reluctant, so she insisted on keeping it and carrying it with her from time to time.
Every time she saw him carrying this thing with him, she felt beautiful in her heart, this man really took her to heart.
After so many things happened, she thought that this thing had already been abandoned by him as if she had been abandoned by him, and she didn't know where it had been dumped.
Unexpectedly, he still kept it.
In the dim light, the man put the concentric knot in his palm and rubbed it gently with his fingers, as if he would never get tired of it, over and over again.
Chongmen Huan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she couldn't say such a feeling.
Why did he do this?
Since she was so ruthless at the beginning, she was willing to kill her, what is the use of keeping these objects?
She didn't understand Yan Jiuming's heart.
It was miserable and rainy outside, lightning and thunder, but Yan Jiuming didn't seem to know what the world outside had become, sitting there quietly, feeling that what he was holding in the palm of his hand was the only thought in his eyes now.
Such a gentle movement is so precious.
Looking at it, Chongmen Huan found that something shiny was gradually flashing in the man's dark gray eyes.
In the faint candle flame, there was a kind of seductive sadness.
That's tears!
Chongmen Huan felt shocked, her heart seemed to be pried open by something, and she was constantly pouring cold wind into it, she shivered in the cold wind, like being in a wasteland, that heart was shaking, and there was no place to put it.
What is this man?
In the lightning and thunder, the rain was pouring down, but the time in the hall seemed to be completely still, and she did not dare to move, and lay there quietly.
Stared at Yan Jiuming outside the tent with wide eyes.
The man was immersed in his own thoughts, not realizing that she had woken up, it was his world, and no one or anything could interfere with it.
In the long night, in the quiet flow of sorrow, I heard him murmuring in a dumb voice: "Married as husband and wife, life and death will never be separated!"
” Chongmen Huanxin is like being put on the cusp of the waves, constantly being pushed to a high place, enduring the devastation of the wind and rain, the body has already stiffened, and the man's words are constantly swirling in his mind, married as a husband and wife, life and death will never leave!
Yes, it was the night she gave him the concentric knot, their wedding night.
He twisted their hair together and whispered the vow.
At that time, how beautiful the love words were, she was completely intoxicated and couldn't extricate herself, she always felt that all the beauty in this world was not as good as every moment at that time, as long as there was this man by her side, no matter how big the world was, no matter how urgent the wind and waves were, she could be stable all her life.
It's a pity that good things are often poisoned.
Just like Yan Jiuming's oath, it was indeed beautiful at the time, but the poison hidden in it spread over time, and then one day, she was poisoned to death.
It's a ridiculous joke!
Now she is revisiting the old place, lying on this empty bed, remembering that the love words between the bed sheets were moving, and now, no matter how you listen to it, it feels false and annoying.