Girl, hug, cry, little chi?

When these phrases are combined, they produce a strong chemical and suprachemical reaction. The strongest reaction is the powerful visual impact.

Since leaving the advertising agency, Yang Qingtong has never seen such a strong picture. Even in the small dark room kidnapped by Yu Xinghuan, all he felt was fear and darkness, helplessness and helplessness.

And now, a snow-white hospital gown, long hair like a waterfall, and a familiar figure have already stimulated themselves to the point that they are completely skinned, as if every cell in the body has been penetrated.

What followed was a thick sour feeling gushing out of my heart, and this acidic liquid was like tens of thousands of trickles drilling into the cells that had just been penetrated, penetrating bit by bit, flowing through bit by bit. This acidity corrodes the cell wall, the flesh and the nucleus. Even she thought she had smelled a sour corrosive smell.

But this inexplicable chemical reaction did not end like this, in addition to the double blow of sight and taste, it also pressed the last straw on her fragile little mind - hearing.

"You're going to marry me, aren't you?"

"Yes, don't worry!"

That sound, gentler than water, can melt the will of any man under the heavens. An answer that is fiery than fire can also burn any woman's heart.

Yang Qingtong couldn't control his feelings anymore, turned around and rushed out of the ward.

When Lin Xiaozhi chased him out of the room, all he left was the heartbroken back in the elevator.

At the moment when the elevator door closed, Yang Qingtong seemed to lock himself up in the small black room at the beginning. Helpless like a child, he cried loudly.

I always thought that I hated the person I hated the most, but I don't know when it became so important, I became so concerned about him, and I became so inseparable from him.

When he saw other girls throw himself into his arms, why did his heart hurt so much, so painful.

It is like a ruthless pair of scissors, cutting open his long-sealed heart. Let the long-unreleased feelings in my heart be exposed to the naked sunshine at once.

She cried, she didn't know why. Is it because of hate or because of love?

When did I turn this emotional burden into a cancer and bury it deep in my heart. And now, once it is exposed, it hurts like this.

Yang Qingtong knew that she was in love with him, after all, she had loved him too. But this love makes her unconscious, but she is merciless when she loses it.

Maybe Sasha's liking was just a joke, and she didn't take it seriously at all. But the girl who fell in his arms made her feel the pressure she had never felt before, and of course the nightmarish dialogue - will you marry me?

This shows that the two have known each other for a long time, and even to the point of talking about marriage. And the two people hugging each other proves that the relationship between the two people has reached a very deep point.

The elevator door finally opened, and the momentary feelings and thoughts felt like a century had passed. It's so long, so painful.

When people found the girl curled up in the corner of the elevator, she couldn't feel the gaze of others.

Yang Qingtong walked out of the elevator in a daze, walked out of the lobby of the hospital, and walked into the cold early winter.

Perhaps, this winter is already cold, but my sluggish feeling is not very sensitive.