C31 (1/2)

(Author's True Experience: Recently, it has been updated very slowly. There was a problem with it, but it is still the same line. Love is sweet, but also very bitter. If the liquor in my hand could expel my pain, I would rather be drunk to death, because I know very well what I feel now. It is a pain in my heart, very thorough, very clear, making me wish I were dead. She's your last choice. I don't know if it's right or wrong. In that moment, without me, the sea, the wind, I can go as far, love for how long. Life is a waste to me. One of the truest parts is her appearance, and the most unforgettable is that I fell in love with her without a care in the world. What made me happiest was her concern for me, even taking me off the edge of hopelessness

He pulled it back. Very beautiful, very sweet, very gratified. But it did not last long. The pain, the pain, the helplessness, would not last forever.

A promise for me is a leash to keep me from living, and she won't accept it, for heaven's sake! What should I do. Since she let us meet, why did she make me fall in love with her? What have I done!

I must go against the heavens!

I don't believe in fate!)

We're going to have to talk about it. ”” Oh? ”” Well, we're going to have to talk about it. ”” Well, we're going to have to talk about it, ”he said.” We're going to have to talk about it. ”” Yeah, we're going to talk about it, ”I said, and we're going to talk about it, and we're just going to talk about it, and we're just going to get out of it, and we're just going to get out of it.

Laughing to the wind, he stepped into the city. A gust of wind pierced his body. Although it was June, he still felt a bone-piercing cold.

The city had long since been covered in dust, and the dust and leaves on the long street had long since settled. The broken wooden door was on the verge of collapse. A skinny wild cat was squatting alone beside the kitten

He longed for someone to drop anything edible. Laughing towards the wind, he knew that his life was coming to an end.

Looking at the desolate ancient city, Sima Ling couldn't help but feel fear. She tightly hugged Laughing Windward's arm and whispered, ”Windward, let's go back!” There wasn't even a single person here, go check there! ”How terrifying!”

Laughing to the wind, he said, ”That's because there's no one here to check.”

With that, an old man with a beard of ice and snow sideburns walked out of the broken house. Suddenly, he turned to Feng Sen and said: ”Young man!” ”What are you guys doing? Why are you here?”

Xiao Xiangfeng suddenly turned around and smiled at the old man, ”Oh! We are looking for someone! ”

The old man asked again, ”Find someone?” Who are you looking for? ”

Xiao Xiangfeng could see that the old man in front of him was staggering. He must be sick, and his face was as white as paper. He was not in a good position. He slowed down and asked, ”Do you know about the massacre here fifty years ago?”

The old man's expression immediately changed upon hearing Xunfeng's words. His expression became extremely unsightly, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Xiao Xiang Feng once again asked: ”Senior!” Do you know, I heard that more than a thousand people died in one night! Only a few managed to escape. ”

”Why do you ask? What does it have to do with you? ” The old man interrupted Xiao Xiang Feng, his tone becoming much more serious.

Xiao Xiang Feng suddenly paled, seeing the old man's reaction, there must be something fishy going on inside. Then he continued, ”Senior, could it be that you are one of the survivors from that year? Right? ”

The old man seemed to be dissatisfied. He raised his voice: ”This is not a place where you come from. Leave quickly. There is no one here you are looking for. I don't know what you are talking about.”