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Song Qingchun do not understand their own in the end what is sad.
Not that she felt a bit like the Soviet Union of the concept that person you're looking for, but it was the opening to ask him to veto it?
He said he was not that good for her because you owe?
As she cry?
But she just feel very sad, she returned to her bedroom, saw the bed - that shirt and a single high-speed toll goes on, more sad, she was lying in bed - on its head buried in the soft quilt, ohh no longer could not help but whispered cry.
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The Soviet Union maintained a posture Song Qingchun study leave, on the sofa, staring at the dark line of sight of the TV on the wall, a long while no any response.
His ear, flooded over her sobs.
He did not know when to grab the hand on the pillow, a large force, and back of the hand joints and veins were protruding out.
She began to notice that protect her people, she is not representing her heart began to tilt toward that individual's body.
But she does not know, that man to protect her, she is a person in this world, the most should pay attention to.
He has been a step wrong, wrong step, fall into the abyss, no back to the rescue and the opportunity to choose.
But she is not the same, she's just the beginning, she also had the opportunity to restore, she did not need to like him, such a step into the dark endless road of no return.
Therefore, in order to dispel the suspicion and mistrust of her heart, he had no hesitation and hesitation to say the words that mean enough.
Nobody knows, he seems very calm and cool in a thin spit out those words, when blood flow to the heart is how the river.
He obviously was filled with affection for her, has chosen to show a fickle.
She was his dismay at the world's most people, but it would give her the most cruel injury.
But she know?
He gave her those hurt, he is the best protection against her.
Crying in the next room, not stopping, he followed her sobbing, heart also followed by a contraction of a contraction of the pain.
His ear, and asked her who sounded aggressive.
- that five years ago, has been started to give me a message of people, is not you?
-Yes.
- that all these years, when I was crying, wiping tears of my people, are not you?
-Yes.
- that these days all the time in the dark to protect my people, are not you also?
-Yes. It's him.
But he did not let her know it was him.
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Song Qingchun do not know in the end how long cry, cry to last her hoarse, all the strength seemed as tears started to flow dry.
She did not want to move a move lying in bed - on, until night fell out of the window, reminding her back to the Soviet Union of the concept of the villa alarm goes off, she slowly sliding bed - sat on.
She bed - shirts and fees on single and pick up, went into the bathroom and threw it in the trash, then wash your hands standing on the stage, staring at her crying swollen eyes looked for a moment, then turned on the tap to dry the tears wash his face clean.
She painted skin cream when the eyes exposed through the mirror, glanced behind trash to the corner of the shirt, the action paused, and then force the cream of the glass bottle on the shelf,Directed at the bathroom door and turned around, did not go two steps, she has come back from the trash bills and the shirt and dug out, rolled volumes, re-stuffed back under the bed.
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