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Yun Zhuo held the photo, as if he had been captured for a while.

It's been a long time since she's seen what she used to look like.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch that familiar face, and her fingertips trembled......

The little girl in the photo was only 17 years old at the time.

The skin is white and tender, the facial features are beautiful and bright, but there is still a bit of ignorance and childishness in the eyes.

At that time, she had already untied two rustic braids.

Seaweed-like ink hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore a long white dress.

Standing beside Gong Shen, the cute dimples that smile are very intoxicating~

Gong Shen wore a black placket with a buckle and a Chinese-style coat.

The inner layer is also black, the short ink-colored hair is slightly messy, and the stunning and evil facial features are deep and eye-catching.

Golden sunlight filtered through the foliage and scattered bits and pieces.

The little girl pulled down the metallic necklace that the boy had hung around his neck.

Gardenia smiling at the camera like a fresh and refined one~

And the young man smiled evilly, and his thin lips were swaggering and wicked.

Half of the small pointed tiger teeth were faintly exposed, and their eyes were full of light.

Bright and eye-catching, full of youth, the way you laugh is so natural, it's a happy look from the heart!

At that time, the seventeen-year-old Woe Xi stood beside the seventeen-year-old Gong Shen, and the teenagers and girls of this age could always laugh unscrupulously.

The gentle wind blew between them, blowing away the heat, leaving only the beauty of youth.

Yun Zhuo was stunned, even though it was dark all around now, she could still see it clearly.

In the second life, she was really wanton, she laughed, looked at Gong Shen and said: "Your girlfriend is so beautiful, but this doesn't belong to me, and we are not the same person." ”

Woe is her past life, she is now scorching, but she is no longer a woe.

Everything about Woe is as if Woe is dead, and her life has long since come to an end.

"Female ...... Girlfriend? ”

Gong Shen was stunned, and his suddenly withered heart revived for a moment.

yes, even if it was for her mission, they had been together.

He was also the boyfriend of the powerful Queen of Woe, so that's enough.

"Give it back to you, this doesn't belong to me."

Yun Zhuo returned the photo to Gong Shen, whether he burned it or tore it up and threw it away, or continued to keep it, it had nothing to do with Yun Zhuo.

"Well, it's mine."

Gong Shen nodded and took the photo back.

How far is the world farthest in the world, and how close is the closest in the world?

Gong Shen looked at Yun Zhuo thoughtfully, he thought, probably now.

The girls in front of them are still woe but not woe, they are people of two lifetimes.

One is so close, so close that it is within reach, and the other is so far away, so far that it dies and is reborn......

"I'll give you a gift, Xiao Yan'er."

He called her Xiao Yan'er, but he finally let it go, he knew that the person in front of him was no longer a disaster.

"Mr. Gong, I can't accept it."

Yun Zhuo is measured, she doesn't want to owe Gong Shen any more favors.

"It's not anything of value, take it."

Gong Shen took out a small star folded out of the paper of the homework book from his arms.

There were many, and he placed the paper star in her palm, and then took the lead in walking away on his long legs.

The black-clothed guard guarding in front of the underground store immediately bowed when he saw him.

Yun Zhuo pinched the little star thoughtfully, and looked up at Huo Siwei, wanting to ask her if she should accept it.

"Take it......"

Unexpectedly, Huo Siwei unexpectedly agreed to accept it, Yun Zhuo frowned, and put the star into the ring.

Huo Siwei looked at Gong Shen's desolate back thoughtfully.

He knows how difficult it is to give up a person, that is Gong Shen's last blessing to the disaster, and she should accept it.

She didn't remember, but he knew that it was Gong Shen's way of saying goodbye to the trouble, not to Yan Bao.