"Those who know me say that I am worried. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info If you don't know me, what do I want?" Leaning on the edge of the window, carrying the fragrant osmanthus rain in the courtyard awakened Lingluo's broken dream. The sparse and dense osmanthus rain falls, the acacia in the night closes, and if you look closely, you seem to see the girl and boy who are staring at each other under the velvet flowers under the tree, and in the green shade and quiet. The girl's cheeks are like a pink acacia, jagged flower shadows, beautiful and chic, handsome and lovely. The drooping eyes are shy and shy with water, slender and beautiful, and the flowers are charming.

She never raised her eyes to look at the young man, and never thought that one day, she would burn out her face for him, and eventually become haggard and infinitely desolate. No, probably she thinks too much, maybe his nature is so cold, it doesn't matter if this person is her or not. Thinking of this, An Lingluo smiled sadly, "Married into the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than ten years, respecting each other like a guest and falling in love, two little guesses five out of ten, I don't know if Zhou Lang has a heart, Jasper Nian enters this door, woo hoo lament..."

I don't know when her self-muttering voice slowly became urgent, Jun Hao, Zhou Junhao, she seemed to hear someone saying, "May you meet a beloved, give you joy, give you a happy life..."Well, I used to think that you were my happy life, I used to think that how slow the growth should be so many years that we have waited, I used to think that An Lingluo is the happiest woman in the world, because you have warmed my whole years, we will grow up.

And I, now I understand, you are just mine, you can not be found, you can not stay, you can not meet. A string of tears flowed from under An Lingluo's closed eyes... It's a quiet night, the voice of a quiet person can't be heard, it's quiet as if someone is dead, and no one cares, it's so cold, it's so cold...