Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

In the final analysis, she is still a kind child.

Because he repented of the marriage in front of so many people, which made her lose enough people.

So, she understands that feeling, how should I put it?

I can't describe it... Anyway, it's very uncomfortable.

Moreover, she still felt ashamed to face others, and even at that time, she had never received any blows. [

He has always lived in the world with a high sense of superiority!

Even, she simply thought that being ruthless means doting on her, like her family members doting on her.

Therefore, she unscrupulously maintained her nature.

As a result, at that time, she knew that no one would pamper and cherish her except the Jin family.

Xia Bing got into Youyang's car at last, and Jin Yu looked at the fickle eyes with more and more sympathy.

She was hesitating whether to step forward to comfort him.

He must be in need of reassurance right now.

If she comforted him, would he have a better impression of her?And then don't care about that night, when he was drunk, he forced him to accompany him all night?

Thinking of this, she immediately took two steps forward, but then paused.

No, she wanted to escape... She was a little scared to face him alone.

Pursing his lips, Jin Yu subconsciously wanted to sneak away.

Because, if he appeared now and let him discover himself, wouldn't that mean that he had peeked at his secret?

Would he dislike his secret being leaked and hate her even more?

Before and after Jin Yu's death, in the end, he decided to stand here completely still.

The colorful glazed lights set up in the "Imperial Palace" and the shadows of the night cast an illusion on his body that the light cannot be extinguished.

On the silent face, because of the interlacing of light and shadow, there are brilliant colors left behind.

The eyes of the whole person looked at the dark night sky. In the eyes, there was a layer of expectation and disappointment, which were constantly overlapping, constantly chaotic, and constantly reverberating.

His lips were thin and soft, as if holding a faint wry smile, standing there with an elegant posture.