C361 (2/2)
the clear and
”Well, will you promise me?”
”what?”
”Shuluo raised his eyes and suddenly felt that the sky had become high and far away, and the blue was clear and sad.
”Be happy.”
”be happy.”
”well, OK.”
Shuluo's mouth was covered with a slight smile, a curved but helpless smile. Something broke a deep blood hole in his heart, which was flowing with blood
wounds of this degree will not kill people, but will grind people.
Little by little, like tofu, hopes are ground into powder of despair.