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After flipping through the whole book of little liars, Jian Han couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Big liar! ”

Leohard, this big liar!

Is her name just some little thing and a little liar?!

She was faintly, and a little disappointed, the gold letters on the spine of the book were so beautiful, she was so moved that she almost didn't cry, but what was inside, and a whole book was written!

Tsk, when she has time, she will also write a book, yes, just write the three words of the big liar, and wait for Christmas, to surprise Leohard!

She picked up the second notebook with some interest, and after turning a few pages, a little disappointment instantly expanded into a city—this one was completely no different from the first one, and every piece of paper was occupied by a little liar!

If you insist on the difference, it's a little bit, and the occasional scratches on the first book can be seen everywhere in this book, and a lot of force penetrates the back of the paper, which is a little shocking to look at.

There were also some crumpled papers, as if they had been thrown away by the owner and picked up from the garbage heap again, which made the appearance of the second notebook drop to the extreme, and Jian Han took the notebook away with some disgust.

Two little liars in a row made Jian Han feel a little annoyed, she was a little liar in Leohard's heart!

She opened the third book indignantly, and the first page was full of beautiful English letters, Han.Jian, which instantly occupied all her vision.

All kinds of English lace styles, so that Jian Han, who was barely able to write English short stories just now, was immediately stunned, she really didn't expect that there were so many fancy ways to write in English.

She subconsciously slowed down the speed of flipping, one surprise after another, three pages later, English began to be mixed with other words, and she recognized only a few of them—French, Latin, Japanese, Korean, and even palindrome!

Plus the words she didn't know, there were thirty or forty kinds!

Each one is incredibly beautiful, and it looks so pleasing to the eye, even she herself feels that her name is written like this, and she immediately becomes taller.

Jian Han held her breath, turning page by page, and when it came to the last page, her hand paused, if it was said that the previous notes, the master was still a little interested, with some freewheeling taste, the name was written in different sizes, and all kinds of words were used at will.

And this last page, exquisite almost like a work of art, for a while, she thought that she saw the once popular coloring book "Mysterious Garden", after being painted - beautiful, like countless fireworks blooming on the paper at the same time, extremely gorgeous.

Take a closer look, every small firework is her name, with a different color of the pen, carefully written, dozens of small fireworks and form a larger fireworks, this whole fireworks do not know how many her names are written.

Jian Han slammed the notebook to his chest, and the grievances in his heart were filled with happiness, escaping from the atrium and spreading to his face, becoming the corners of his lips that were getting higher and higher.

She laughed silly for a while, and slowly took the notebook away from her chest, half an arm's length, and couldn't stop laughing while watching the paper-covered fireworks bloom.

Her gaze wandered over the fireworks, not missing every corner, and suddenly, her gaze must have landed on an inconspicuous area in the lower right corner of the paper, she held the notebook closer, and finally recognized what the words that were smaller than a fly's head were—

It turned out to be time!

Obviously, after Leohard designed this signature paper like a firework, he wanted to leave a time to remember, but he didn't want the words next to it to fall on the paper full of her name, so he remembered the time very small, so small that it was almost unrecognizable.

Jian Han was stunned for a moment, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

After a moment, she slowly turned her head, her eyes falling on the first two rosters.

She put down the third autograph book with understanding, carefully picked up the first autograph book, and turned it back page by page, and sure enough, in the corners of some of the papers, she found the time record.

The smile disappeared from her face little by little, she pursed her lips, and turned faster and faster, after turning the first book, she picked up the second book, and turned it faster, so fast that she only glanced at the corner of the paper, and her eyes didn't even dare to stay on the paper.

Soon, the second autograph book was also flipped from beginning to end again by her.

Holding two autograph books, obviously not as heavy as a brick, her wrist trembled uncontrollably, as if what she was holding in her hand was not two notebooks, but two Mount Tai, weighing as much as a thousand pounds-

Snap, snap, tears, suddenly, just like that.

She finally understood why in the first two autograph books of Leo Hard, there were only two nicknames, Little Thing and Little Liar, and the second book only had one title, Little Liar.

It is precisely because I understand that I feel more and more heartache.

The timeline on the first book is not long after she and Mr. SOS first met, it turns out that at that time, he had a good impression of her, and even affectionately called her a little thing.

Then, he took the endorsement that was not very worthy of his value, and came all the way to China, he tried again and again, but she was stunned, no wonder he wanted to call her a little liar.

And the second book -

Jian Han's tears were like rain, and his heart was like a wrench.

The second book should have been when she was filming "Asking the Immortal Path", and the trust that Mr. SOS gave her became a sharp weapon for her to stab him.

She admires Fang Qinghan wholeheartedly, but she regards Mr. SOS, who likes her, as an emotional counselor.

Those little liars who are powerful through the back of the paper, the pen is like a knife, and every stroke is a mixture of love and hate.

After that, the notes full of her name, which were thrown away in a ball, and picked up by the owner, should have been generated during the period when Mr. SOS disappeared inexplicably, and it was ridiculous that she thought he went to a place where birds don't poop to film!

At that time, he probably didn't want to contact her again, right?

But he picked up every crumpled paper ball alive.

How much pain did he really have?

Is every second like a drowning traveler struggling desperately?

Finally surfaced and sank again?

Jian Han also had these feelings - she wanted to leave Brother Qinghan countless times, but she was constantly pulled back by him with a word.

Because she had also experienced the same pain, the thought that Leohard had also experienced it, she knew more and more how deep the pain was—walking barefoot on the fiery charcoal, it was not as painful as it was!

Jian Han took a deep breath, but she was reluctant to put down the two autograph books from her arms, so she held the two autograph books tightly and opened the third one again.

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