Chapter 393： I was made to cry by a man (1/2)

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The woman wore only a base sweater, her figure was thin and thin in the cold wind, her back was long, her algae-like hair fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful silhouette fell in the dim light.

Until completely disappeared in the night.

Mo Shiqian's tall and slender figure was stretched a lot by the bright lights, and in this almost unmanned night, it seemed even more silent and lonely.

After not knowing how long, the man slowly bent down, picked up the clothes that fell on the ground, and then turned and walked towards Gust not far away.

The injury on his face was almost the same. Although there were some shallow silt in some places, but the light was too dark to see well, he was still handsome and as indifferent as ever, as if expressionless, it was hard to guess his emotions.

Her head hit just where his chest had been pain-free for a few days, and she started to ache again.

I had a fight with a few security guards when I went in, and it seemed to be tearing somewhere.

It is not clear where the pain is.

It seems to hurt everywhere.

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Chi Huan walked back, her pace was very slow, like a lonely ghost in the city.

After she turned, she knew he couldn't see him anymore. The strength that supported her straight shape was completely drained, and her shoulders were pulled down, even a little serious.

She debuted early, not to mention that she had some dancing skills in her early years. In the second year she took her, she consciously trained her in sitting, walking, smiling, speaking speed, intonation, and training big-name celebrities.

In public, whether she was standing or sitting, she was full of energy.

She didn't know where it was, she didn't even feel that her hands and face were blown into ice cubes, let alone the road under her feet, the heels of her high heels were embedded in pebbles, and her ankle was crooked.

No one helped her to hold her again this time, planted directly in the soil next to her, and her face was scraped by leaves that were not known to be shrubs or grass. It was slightly scratched, and her feet were aching.

It hurts so much that Chi Huan's hands were on the ground and he wanted to stand up. He only slightly lifted his body and fell back again.

She sat there alone, dark and dark.

You can also hear the sound of cold wind.

The tense nerve suddenly broke suddenly in this second, and the emotion just broke down in an instant.

She curled up her uninjured leg and cried while holding her knees.

It's been a long time since she saw his face so close.

She also rarely thinks of him, because for more than a month, she has been busy like a spinning top.

The biggest advantage of being busy is that she has something to do and think about, don't think of him because she can't think about it.

The nerve in her body about Mo Shiqian was so stretched that she couldn't touch or move because it would break at any time. She was too clear that once broken, she couldn't support it.

When she thinks about him occasionally, she has an unknown fear.

How long has she not seen him, how long has she not remembered his face, is she about to forget his look.

After a while, it didn't take long.

Suddenly I realized just how much I can miss.

She even felt like she was so weak that she couldn't hold on.

She also felt that she would rather be Mo Shiqian's role, so when she thought he couldn't bear it, she could run to see him secretly.

The screen of her mobile phone that had fallen into the dirt with her suddenly turned on, followed by a buzzing vibration.

Did Mo Shiqian call?

Although he is unlikely to call her again, Chi Huan quickly looked over.

The screen note shows: Moshi.

Rubbing her face indiscriminately, she picked up her cell phone and answered the call, and then tried to stand up again.

”Western.”