Chapter 942： How much love can come back (2/2)

Looking back, he walked through the mist to her and told her.

”Although I can't be a lover, you are always my sister and sister, and my closest friend in this world.”

Women are insecure. In fact, as long as the other party's word of assurance, they can be at ease, but this promise, he was never willing to give her.

When she heard the words he said, she seemed to have found the answer.

It turned out that his feelings for her were just like rain, no matter how lingering when falling from the sky, when they fell to the ground, they fell apart, settled on the horizon, and then the bones were left.

At this time, the rain falling on her body was reduced. She could not help looking up, looked at the person in front of her, and smiled softly, ”Little girl, I listened to you and told him.”

At this moment, Chu Qingyan held an umbrella to cover the two of them, and looked at her disappointed look. There was no more distress. ”You are brave.”

Cheng Yanluo laughed. ”But he said, don't want me.”

Chu Qingyan froze, how could this be?

But many more questions saw her utterly heartbroken, and she smiled brightly, her eyes couldn't help red, ”Yanluo, don't laugh, just cry when you are sad!”

”I seem to have been crying for a day. There are no more tears.”

She smiled, and finally burst into tears.

She couldn't help but approach Chu Qingyan's shoulders, reached out and hugged her, Nuo Nuo said, ”Little girl, my heart hurts a lot.”

Having said that, she couldn't help crying.

A sadness filled the hearts of Chu Qingyan.

What kind of emotional injury can make a strong independent girl suffer to this extent?

”Yan Luo, it's me wrong, I shouldn't let you find the ethereal spirit.” Seeing her like this, Chu Qingyan felt guilty and embarrassed, and blame herself, hugging her tightly with one hand, feeling her After the cold trembling, the heart followed with pain.

Cheng Yanluo shook her head, her voice was somber and her voice hoarse, ”No one was wrong, no one did anything wrong, but we had no fate, and when we met the right time, we couldn't grasp it.”

”Yan Luo, don't be uncomfortable, I let the big ice block give you air, teach the ethereal, let him apologize to you, don't you feel bad?” Chu Qingyan patted her back, soothing softly .

Cheng Yanluo shook his head again. ”Little girl, I'm afraid I won't love someone again.”

The voice was sad and desperate, like a lost person, and finally gave up the hope of searching.

Chu Qingyan felt the endless loneliness and grief of her body, afraid that she had something unexpected and wanted to say something, but she was stuck in her throat and couldn't say a word.

Word of love, or honey, or poison.

Some people are happy forever, while others sentence themselves to death.

The taste is beyond everyone's appreciation.

Cheng Yanluo cried until she was tired, and the rain fell on her eyelashes, mixed with crystal tears, and the warmth and coldness alternated on her cheeks, just like her body.

When she closed her eyes, she seemed to see a familiar figure standing on the front road, so close and far away.

Murong, I'll never look for you again, I'm too tired.

The scariest thing in life is not the feelings, but the deep feelings.

But after deep love, there was no retreat, and he finally fell into the abyss.

If life can come again, Murong Yan, I will never meet you again!

She smiled slightly, and tears rolled down like this.