She hesitated for a long time, and finally took the tissue in front of her, wiped it on her face, and then clenched it fiercely in her palm, tears fell uncontrollably, she raised her head and began to count the stars in the sky.

One, two, three, four.

Obviously, when I was sad when I was a child, I counted the stars and suddenly returned to a lively state, but why is it that the more I count now, the more sad I become, as if counting the tears she shed, one after another.

She used to think that tears would not fall easily when she raised her head, but she was wrong, there were not so many tears in her eyes, and it would still flow down the corners of her eyes drop by drop.

"Do you hate him? ......

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