The little princess of the castle stepped forward to protect him again.

Jail, jail, prejudice. Ning Zhixu didn't feel much uncomfortable. But at this moment, at the moment when Nanyi appeared. He couldn't be sadder enough.

It's like holding on to a boulder all the time, and suddenly you loosen your strength, and the pain of the stone hitting your body hard.

Nanyi used all his strength to shout and vent, and the explosive power that erupted frightened the rebellious boy who didn't choose to speak. muttered a few words, then got up and staggered home to complain.

Sadness and anger are enough to crush people. When Nanyi was almost unsteady and about to squat on the ground, an arm crossed her in front of her and held her firmly in his arms.

She cried.

He didn't have anything to do.

The teenager who used to have the highest grades in the province and could answer the first grade when he slept in class would only coax awkwardly: "Yibao is good..... Don't cry anymore......"

Time seemed to go back to the summer of that year, and the girl followed him a few streets, stood in front of the cake shop, crying and comforting him over and over again: Ning Zhi Xu Xu is obedient.

Time and place are subject to change. It was the little princess who was crying, and the tears seemed to flow only for him. Holding her arms across her waist with both hands, the girl lowered her head and smashed her tears down one by one, sad hysteria, and her voice was hoarse: "Ning Zhixu, they all bully you, why, why...... Why do they say anything about you..."

People who are used to being strong are most afraid that someone will suddenly feel distressed.

From the age of fifteen to eighteen, Nanyi wrapped his heart tightly with her preference and gentleness.

Her Royal Highness is immature, she was a child before, and she is now.

I don't know anything about the world, and I do things according to my preferences.

But she came to him alone, with all her enthusiasm.

He couldn't give Nanyi anything, so he could only try not to drag her down. The little princess is getting closer and closer to her dream, and she is about to be noticed by thousands of people, standing on her stage and shining brightly.

The boy bent over and rested his head on the girl's neck and shoulders, feeling the familiar air of greed. The eyelashes trembled, and hot tears fell on the girl's delicate skin without warning.

Surrounded by old residential houses, every house is lit up with warm lights.

They stood in alleys with no street lights.

Overhead, there are thousands of lights.

Beneath your feet is darkness.

Everything that ordinary people have at their fingertips is a luxury for Ning Zhixu. The young man's voice was hoarse, a tear fell from his eyes, and he asked her: "Nanyi, do you believe in fate?" ”

Do you believe in fate?

Do you believe it or not?

Every time he wanted to live well, fate would cut off his chances. Again and again, he was forced to die.

The warm touch around his neck made Nanyi so sad that he couldn't help it.

"Rather know Xu ......"

She turned around and hugged the boy, holding her boy tightly, wanting to give him all the good things in the world.

"Ning Zhixu, you have me, you have me. I've been waiting for you. I've really grown up well in the past two years, and I'll never go to class and sleep again. I don't just mess around with my homework. I obediently attended classes, went home to study, and stayed in the library on weekends. I also practice dancing and singing. I don't cry or make a fuss, I always remember your words. You said I would be able to take you home in two years. But why didn't you come to me? Ning Zhixu, Nanyi is eighteen years old. Do you know that I've been waiting for you for two years. ”

"I know that the heavens have never been fair to you, so I will give you everything. You can believe in command, but you must also believe in me. Ning Zhixu, I really.... There's really never a day of giving up waiting for you. ”

Nanyi cried and shouted, for fear that she would be given up again.