The moon is not as good as you
Ten years of pulling between the lady of the sky and the pride of the sky (two-way x sweet text): Love is a road of no return.
At that time, she covered his mouth and lowered her eyes, her eyes full of guilt. He smiled and pulled her hand away, gentle and puzzled: "I like you, can't you say?" Then she asked,
"Have we broken off by grace?" He made a
categorical "right", which made her unforgettable for two years. Even if she later saw that his mobile phone album was full of her photos, her first reaction was,
"You hate it to the point where you have to look at my photos every day to vent your anger?" It was much later that she realized that when she counted the person who loved her the most, she also calculated herself.