Her hands were clenched into fists, and her white palms were marked with blood by her fingernails, which was shocking. Since childhood, both parents died, lonely for half a life, full of thought that from now on the beloved can be relied on, twenty-three to twenty-eight, a woman's most golden five years, only in exchange for a big red wedding card, my boyfriend is married, the bride is not me!

How can it be embarrassing?

How embarrassing!

hateful breakup party March, he has a new person and forgets the old person.

The mountains and seas are all empty, full of tenderness and hatred.

After a few days of tea and dinner, I didn't think that she had lost her bones, and she faced her colleagues with a smile on weekdays, and it didn't matter if she lost a man, if she didn't even have a life at all, she really found a dead end.

Staying up until the weekend, you can finally let loose your sorrow, all kinds of thoughts come to you, and you can make a big fuss at the wedding? Stuff a pillow in your stomach and go to his unit to cry? Rent a car and kill their family?

Close your eyes and listen to the song "Seeking Buddha", which used to be their favorite music. He always scratched her nose and said with a smile: I begged in front of the Buddha for 500 years before I met you. There was only one thought left in her mind: I am willing to kneel in front of the Buddha and beg for 500 years, just in exchange for never meeting you in this life.

Fall asleep.

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