Gorge Mouth Flowers Fly to Spring(3)

The palace chief took a sip of wine, put his arm on the railing, and leaned against the railing,

"If only it were true as you say, it would be great."

Zuo Jin put the wine down,

"What if you suddenly knew one day that someone you were familiar with was not what you knew?"

When Gong Changjue heard this, he only thought of Chu Ranxuan, and now that she thinks about it, she doesn't know much about him.

She only knew some of the things he had experienced, but she had not experienced them with him.

In the past, I felt that he would not be delayed by any feelings in the world, but later I felt that no matter how things change in the world, his mind will not waver.

But nowadays. The person who should be affectionate is still affectionate.

People who feel ruthless at the beginning are the most ruthless in the end.

didn't even give her time to react, just told her all the truth of the matter directly.

There is no cover-up, no guilt. It's because I don't have her in my heart anymore.

When I think about it sometimes, I also feel absurd and absurd. It's as if you've never known him.

Those days that seemed unforgettable were just stripped away from his life.

Not a trace was left at all.

He was still the same indifferent and arrogant son, and she was just the one who followed him, begging him to look back at her.

Like thousands of people who followed him, waiting for him to turn back.

She felt as if there were thousands of needles piercing her heart, but when the thousands of needles were pulled out, not a drop of blood was shed.

Not a single tear. It seems like it's meant to be.

Thinking about the dreams in the past, they were not all just dreams, I dreamed of losing him, and I dreamed of many times, no matter how terrible the dreams were. No matter how unreal it was, she couldn't realize that it wasn't a dream, and she had been heartbroken countless times in her dreams. She was used to it.

Holding something that doesn't belong to him in the first place, always like this, cautious, walking on thin ice, still subconsciously feeling that this thing doesn't belong to him, so he is always afraid of losing him, and always wants to keep him.

But this kind of fear has finally returned to reality, and this time, there is no time that I am eager and afraid in my dreams.

He just told her the truth in a faint way.

Something, when it was instantly peeled from her heart, she felt a strange sense of relaxation.

He still didn't want himself after all.

The concubine intends to marry off.

These six words are really the six most ironic words in the world.

Draft.

It's just an idea.

There is never a chance to become a reality.

The water in the lake is sparkling, rippling layer by layer. The water shines on people's faces, quiet and peaceful.

It swayed up and down with the rhythm of the rippling lake, slowly swaying in the eyes of the palace chief.

Her hand loosened. The wine glass in his hand fell into the water. Smash a ripple.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning against the railing.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the night light is flickering.

Zuo Jin looked at Gong Changjue, got up and walked in front of her, and picked her up.

Let's get a good night's sleep.

Sleep, wake up, and everything will be fine.

Zuo Jin walked out of the water pavilion with the palace chief jue, she was just tired, she was just tired.

As long as you sleep this night, all this will be forgotten, and all the things that feel heartache will no longer hurt heartache.

Gorge Mouth Flowers Fly to Spring(3)

The palace chief took a sip of wine, put his arm on the railing, and leaned against the railing,

"If only it were true as you say, it would be great."

Zuo Jin put the wine down,

"What if you suddenly knew one day that someone you were familiar with was not what you knew?"

When Gong Changjue heard this, he only thought of Chu Ranxuan, and now that she thinks about it, she doesn't know much about him.

She only knew some of the things he had experienced, but she had not experienced them with him.

In the past, I felt that he would not be delayed by any feelings in the world, but later I felt that no matter how things change in the world, his mind will not waver.

But nowadays. The person who should be affectionate is still affectionate.

People who feel ruthless at the beginning are the most ruthless in the end.

didn't even give her time to react, just told her all the truth of the matter directly.

There is no cover-up, no guilt. It's because I don't have her in my heart anymore.

When I think about it sometimes, I also feel absurd and absurd. It's as if you've never known him.

Those days that seemed unforgettable were just stripped away from his life.

Not a trace was left at all.

He was still the same indifferent and arrogant son, and she was just the one who followed him, begging him to look back at her.

Like thousands of people who followed him, waiting for him to turn back.

She felt as if there were thousands of needles piercing her heart, but when the thousands of needles were pulled out, not a drop of blood was shed.

Not a single tear. It seems like it's meant to be.

Thinking about the dreams in the past, they were not all just dreams, I dreamed of losing him, and I dreamed of many times, no matter how terrible the dreams were. No matter how unreal it was, she couldn't realize that it wasn't a dream, and she had been heartbroken countless times in her dreams. She was used to it.

Holding something that doesn't belong to him in the first place, always like this, cautious, walking on thin ice, still subconsciously feeling that this thing doesn't belong to him, so he is always afraid of losing him, and always wants to keep him.

But this kind of fear has finally returned to reality, and this time, there is no time that I am eager and afraid in my dreams.

He just told her the truth in a faint way.

Something, when it was instantly peeled from her heart, she felt a strange sense of relaxation.

He still didn't want himself after all.

The concubine intends to marry off.

These six words are really the six most ironic words in the world.

Draft.

It's just an idea.

There is never a chance to become a reality.

The water in the lake is sparkling, rippling layer by layer. The water shines on people's faces, quiet and peaceful.

It swayed up and down with the rhythm of the rippling lake, slowly swaying in the eyes of the palace chief.

Her hand loosened. The wine glass in his hand fell into the water. Smash a ripple.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning against the railing.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the night light is flickering.

Zuo Jin looked at Gong Changjue, got up and walked in front of her, and picked her up.

Let's get a good night's sleep.

Sleep, wake up, and everything will be fine.

Zuo Jin walked out of the water pavilion with the palace chief jue, she was just tired, she was just tired.

As long as you sleep this night, all this will be forgotten, and all the things that feel heartache will no longer hurt heartache.