Madam Dihao is not good

As long as the time, place, and combination of characters are correct, no matter how long it has been dusty, that person and scene will be picked up again in the oblivion.

You might say, "Isn't it all over? I have lived again!"

In fact, the past is just time... You still haven't escaped the fate of smiling or sad when you think of it, that fate is called "powerless".

After Chanel's body was stiff for 3 minutes, she turned her head in slow motion, a little bit.

Under the endless starry sky. [

There was a fishy and slightly cool sea breeze blowing on the deck.

Mu Xicheng stood quietly in front of her.

He was facing the light, and the night shrouded him completely, his face hidden in the shadows.He looked extremely quiet, like a rose carved in the middle of the night.

Only the small half of the chin was illuminated by the light from the side.

The skin is as white as porcelain.

On the helix, the small diamond earrings are dazzling, with light splashing in a trance.

Chanel opened her eyes wide in shock, and stepped back uncontrollably.In the memory, the figure of a certain person gradually overlapped with him...

"Xia Nai, you are as noble as a lily under the moon."

"Don't run away. Shana, you are mine."

"Xia Nai, why do I like you so much?"

"I want to hide you and make you belong to me alone. I want to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, and be with you every day. If someone takes you away, I will do whatever it takes to take you away." You take it back."

"Xia Nai, I don't agree to break up, never agree, never agree"

Those memories that were trying to be forgotten were like shards of broken glass, rushing and roaring in her mind.

Chanel's head began to ache.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you..."

"dad!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There was a shrill ambulance honking.

She seemed to see Mu Xicheng who was lying in a pool of blood four years ago:

"If I die, will some people live more comfortably. If I die, it may be a relief." [

"Xia Nai...I just want to know...have you ever loved me..."

Countless blooming roses seemed to melt, turning into bright red, trickling down thickly drop by drop.