Zi Bing's heart was short of breath, and tears still slipped silently, without any warning, without any hint.

fell like this, that face, appeared in his mind all the time, lingering, that figure, all the time shackled himself.

Zi Bingxin gently turned her head, she didn't dare to look directly at that face, she was afraid that she would sink again!

The familiar aura penetrated Zi Bingxin's heart, "Xin'er, this Manzhu Sawa is a gift from me!"

The familiar sound is warmer than the spring breeze, and more stinging than the struggle!

His gentle voice was the longing in Zi Bing's heart, and her heart sank with it......

No, Zi Bingxin's reason is struggling, and in her body at this time, reason is struggling with her heart.

Zi Bingxin's nails pinched into her palm, she wanted to be reasonable, but why, why was she still so unconscious.

Lan Junao walked towards Zi Bingxin step by step, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes seemed to be able to hook the soul and make Zi Bingxin's heart fall little by little, little by little.

It's like the leaves of a tree turning yellow and falling to the ground in autumn, although they have withered, but soon they will grow new leaves, although the moment is a little bleak, this is love.

Zi Bingxin really wanted to step forward, hugged him and asked him why, why deceit, why was it so cruel!

She really wanted to hear her say, it's not like this, you misunderstood, I didn't lie to you!

"Hehe!" Zi Bingxin shook her head self-deprecatingly, her reason tried her best to tell herself that it was a scam, everything was a scam!

Lan Junao is getting closer and closer, and he is getting more and more gentle!

Zi Bing's heart was a little more sensible, and it was disintegrated and collapsed little by little!

Slowly stretched out his hand, "Jun Ao!" When the tears crossed his fingertips, he was about to touch the warmth that Zi Bing's heart longed for.

It's gone, there's nothing, it's just an illusion, it turns out that everything is fake, but it's so realistic.

There is a feeling that is more painful than falling out of love, called self-inflicted amorousness. However, the loss of love and self-inflicted affection, only Zi Bingxin can experience the taste.

Zi Bing was stunned, forgetting to withdraw his hand, in fact, he was making himself amorous, wasn't he?

Zi Bingxin vaguely remembered, remembering that day Meng Ningxue said that Lan Junao was her fiancé.

It's as if the sky has stepped on.

All of a sudden, everything became two, about him or not about him. Force yourself not to contact you, ignore your existence, fill all your time with simple and boring things, just to be able to forget about him for a while.

"Why, why can't you get out!" Zi Bing cried in her heart.

Letting go is a kind of helpless despair, and it hurts to the heart. When the people who once cherished life were about to meet strangers, they suddenly realized: it turned out that what they once thought was eternal, but in fact it was just a meeting in Pingshui.

Tears are Zibing's beloved testimony, she hates herself so much, hates herself for not being strong, hates herself for being able to afford it, but can't let it go.

I used to think that I could hold hands all the way like this, but when I let go, I realized that everything was just two parallel lines, and when everything disappeared, the parallel was still parallel. Even if they are not far away, they are already the end of the world.

The price of bravery is to let go of oneself first, admit failure, accept helplessness, sigh softly, and wish him happiness in the future. From then on, it is difficult to make waves.

Curled up in the manju sava, waiting for the wound to heal, and experiencing the freedom of daring to love, hate, and loss.

The feeling of happiness may only be instantaneous, and after a moment, it is a person's wonderful.

When I let go, I always fall into loneliness, and I will inexplicably burst into tears for a sentence. I always felt that the sky was dark and the clouds were gray.

I always feel that the meaning of life has been lost. Zi Bingxin tried her best to tell herself: she had lost nothing, she was just back to the days before she knew him.

Just like fireworks can't hang in the sky forever, as long as they have been brilliant, why bother with days without fireworks?

She is a mortal woman, and she can't earn an entangled love network. can't escape the whirlpool of love and being loved, after heartbreak and sadness. Is it endless loneliness, loneliness? Maybe! No longer have to rack your brains to guess his thoughts, will you breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little lighter?

Do you really want to open it? You can face him and her calmly. Even though there is a faint unspeakable sourness in my heart.

Crying because one's memory is in one's heart. No matter what, they will not disperse. I asked myself again and again, "Am I afraid of loving him?"

The answer is yes, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, my heart is so fragile that I can no longer withstand the torture of pain into the bone marrow, so I let him go, and I also gave myself a way out.

Condense him into a painting, etched in my mind... Looking at it, thinking about it, but you can't be a person in the painting, and you can better appreciate the beauty of the painting by staying outside the painting, right?

God made me meet you at the wrong time, I... Crying.

It got me out of you at the right time, you... Will you cry?

I said again and again that I really let go this time, and I don't know how long I can lie to myself like this?

Zi Bingxin asked herself over and over again, she couldn't control the thoughts in her head!

"Lan Junao, why, why did you appear in my life, why did you live in my heart, why did it come to my mind!

Tears are raining down, stinging someone's heart?

When it's raining, you can use an umbrella, but when it's raining, what should you do?

In all the rain, the drop that soaks the heart of Zi Bing is the real rain.

Zi Bingxin didn't even dare to speak, she was really afraid that she would cry silently as soon as she opened her mouth.

Some of the words turned to tears as soon as they were spoken.

Just like her now, she was originally so strong, who made a female man become a weak woman!

It's him, Lan Junao, it's love......

Zi Bingxin's tears didn't want him to see them.

He would never be able to see the tears in Zi Bingxin's eyes, because Zi Bingxin would only cry when he was away.

Zi Bingxin asked Tears: Why do you always expose my lies? Tears replied: You shouldn't pretend to be strong!

Zi Bingxin asked Tears: Why don't you show up at night?Tears replied: I don't want to be the light that lights up your room!

Zi Bingxin asked tears: Why don't you come to accompany lonely tears Answer: When you are lonely, you don't think of me.

Zi Bingxin never likes to let others see her tears, she would rather let others think that I am heartless and heartless, rather than let myself look aggrieved and pitiful.

She always told herself that when she was sad, tears should be swallowed in her stomach, and tears flowed for herself, not for others to see.

"Hahahaha!hahahaha!" Zi Bing laughed heartily, her voice seemed to pass through the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.

The white skirt was flying, and there was a gust of wind blowing between heaven and earth for no reason, blowing Manzhu Shahua swaying with the wind, which was already poignant and beautiful, even more poignant!

The Biluo Sword suddenly appeared in Zi Bingxin's hand, and Zi Bingxin's mouth kept chanting summons, and one attack after another kept falling.

The manzhu sawa that spread all over the ground withered and turned into petals lying quietly on the ground, as if it was a dead love.

In the blink of an eye, the originally, a beautiful piece of Manzhu Sawa is now only a bare flower branch, and their flowers are all lying quietly on the ground.

In an instant, all the Manzhu Sawa withered, and the Manzhu Sawa that was destroyed by Zi Bingxin's heart was like the dead love of Zi Bingxin, the dead heart.

Zi Bing's heart slowly fell, and the entire Manzhu Sawa was spread out like a funeral. A funeral set for her.

At this moment, everything was still, only Zi Bingxin's life was passing, he slowly closed his eyes, it didn't matter, everything didn't care anymore.

Zi Bingxin's mind was full of the demonic faces, all the backs of the pair, like fairy couples.

"No, it's an illusion!"

Zi Bingxin suddenly sat up from the ground......

Suddenly, my head shook and I was dizzy......

It's eerie, I guess it's...

Black.

It's so dark.

If you fall like this, will it come to an end? The end will be hell or a place where your mother is.

Mother...... I really don't have any impression of that woman.

What would she look like, would she be like herself? Or more beautiful or more feminine, she was beautiful, otherwise how could she and her brother look like this......

What am I thinking about?, Zi Bingxin secretly accused herself. Yes, Zi Bingxin, you have never had the slightest impression of your mother, but why did you think of her?

Or maybe she walked into your heart without permission, or maybe she has been living in your heart.

The air became more and more oppressive, and the surroundings were like water, cold and dark, Zi Bingxin only felt that she was about to suffocate, and opened her mouth slightly to breathe more oxygen. It's annoying to be talking to someone around you.

"You didn't touch her. An unmistakable tone. No one answered, and the man said something he only understood.

"That woman seems good. "Which woman? who is good? Mother? Still no one answered, but Zi Bingxin obviously felt a lot of turbidity in her chest, and her chest was more comfortable.

Although she didn't want to listen to others, Zi Bingxin found that she had landed, it was a grassland, but the human voice seemed to fly from the distant sky, and she couldn't hear it clearly, and she couldn't understand it.

"You think about it yourself. There was a lot of talk, but there was only one person's voice, and the other didn't seem to listen to him.

The grassland was very empty, and Zi Bingxin touched her sore knees and barely stood up.

The voice suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, Zi Bing's heart suddenly felt very scared, what are you afraid of? This world only allows one person.

This is a beautiful view, there are no traces around here, as if there are only two of them in the world. Zi Bingxin was still fascinated by the elegant and unique scenery like ink painting, the demonic figure had already walked away, and he was walking towards a forest, and the flowers in the forest were scattered

The ground spits fragrant fragrance, as if it wants to swallow such a beautiful man in red.

That back is really beautiful, but if you go too far, you will gradually become one with the flowers. Junao, are you the reincarnation of the god of flowers?