The Walshow Knight's heart was broken.

It feels like God is crying for him.

"Click, click", the rain slapped indiscriminately on his face.

The rain fell suddenly.

Ah Chan took out the key and opened the door.

After the "click" door opened.

She silently looked back at Cousin Walsall as he walked in the rain.

The little girl's soft and cute face was blankly empty.

After a while, he hung his head lonely.

Cousin Walsall was kind to her.

She knows.

Maybe she's been through a few worlds.

I vaguely feel that this kind of good that she can't tell her clearly, she can only give the little obedient one person.

If you ask her to give a reason, she can't say it.

Anyway, I just know that I can't be good with Cousin Walso.

Ah Chan hung his little head and pushed the door into the house.

The room was lit up.

Since that night, the little obedient girl was in the dark, and suddenly pressed her against the wall and made her cry.

He never drew the curtains tighter again.

There is light in the house, and she will not bump into it.

But what about the little obedient?

Ah Chan walked around the room and looked at every room.

Little obedient not at home?

He's all injured, and he's always running around, not well-behaved at all.

Ah Chan was alone, sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Slightly bent over, generally upright.

A black robe covered her slender legs.

The little white soft hand is obediently placed on the knee.

Soft and confused eyes, blinking.

The long, curly eyelashes are like cicadas resting on the bones of a flower, flickering, fanning their transparent and fragile wings.

Ah Chan sat like this for a while.

Motionless.

He didn't speak, and he didn't even hear her shouting.

It's as if you're immersed in something you're doing.

After a while, I saw the little girl suddenly get up.

Dressed in a black robe, he took small steps as if he was hiding inside, and ran up the stairs with soft and cute steps.

All the way to Austin's study.

Find the pen.

And pink letterhead.

The little girl, a short girl, sat down in front of his tall bookcase.

The beautiful sister said that no one dared to write a love letter to the little obedient professor.

Everyone was afraid of him.

Like him, but afraid of him, no one dares to get close to him.

People who have no one to get close to are lonely.

Just like her, a lonely bad flower bone, if Xianjun doesn't raise her, no one will get close to her.

Ah Chan put pen to paper.

At the beginning, it reads: "Little good girl:"

Once, when the little girl was her brother, she was punished to write two love letters to him.

She won't write.

He drew a picture of Xianjun and gave it to him.

He's not happy.

Later, he was gone.

I didn't even have time to read the love letters she wrote seriously.

After the world came down, Ah Chan never dared to think of the little boy at that time.

When he was gone, she buried him deep in her heart.

No one should disturb him.

Unexpectedly, in every world later, the little girl was like her, and she came back to life.

Although he has changed.

Although he doesn't remember what happened in the previous world.

But he was good to her.

He's always been her little girl.

The love letter he hadn't seen at the beginning, she had now rewritten to him.

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When Austin returned, he didn't see his little girl downstairs.

The aroma of her blood, in the study.

The man is slender.

Look behind you.

The black ascetic suit framed his shoulders wide and thin.

Exceptionally dazzling long legs, step by step, like stepping on the tip of the heart in the dark night.

Long black hair that reaches to the waist and fits the waistline.

With his steps, swaying slightly, the thin snake of the dark night hooked around his waist, bewitching the yin owl abnormally.