C901 (1/2)

In the moment Hilo lost his mind, wood had already turned to another corner.

In the light of the shadow, wood far away as if to grow wings, the wings are colorful, gorgeous and brilliant.

What a beautiful butterfly wing it is, flowing with a unique fragrance.

When the disgusting, unimportant caterpillar faded into a butterfly, in that hard moment of butterfly transformation, only the party concerned can understand how painful it is.

Helo took the champagne, drank it hard, but choked half to death by the strong fumes - it was so bitter! The taste of bitter love always contains tears. This wine doesn't suit me at all - damn flowers and trees, you lied to me!

The champagne is the same, but the people who drink it are different.

The same thing, suitable for you, does not mean it is suitable for others.

However, the same thing, only different people to try to find out the different mystery.

There is nothing wrong with wine, it is only the drinker who is wrong.

Just like love is not wrong, the wrong thing is that the object of love doesn't love you.

Helo's purple eyes are full of waves, yes, so Zuo en, you are not wrong.

It's not you, it's just because you don't love me.