The oil lamp elongated her figure, slender and erratic, fragile, just like her love for him.
He has always been contradictory.
Or, it was not until he met her that he became like this, cautious and contradictory.
The unmistakable observations under the microscope, those who are clearly visible, those who are familiar with the heart, are just... When she walked down the curved stairs, the dim light seemed to have become her detached narration. At this time, everything was lost. It has collapsed, and it has collapsed.
His pride became her charity.
Later, the half-turned doorknob shattered it all.
He thought it was funny.
So go it alone.
He thought it was his punishment for her, but in the end, it turned out to be the expulsion of two people.
The extremely hot days knocked down the emotions that were supposed to be violent and hysterical, and died in an instant.
The hot air from the exhalation instantly evaporated in the heat wave, and disappeared without a trace. People also get tired unconsciously.
Love is a battlefield at the beginning, and it will not stop until it is evenly matched.
Later, Walter felt that in love there was never equal power.
So be it.
Accompanying her to eat lettuce in a fit of anger - let's die together - Walter didn't know that everything he planned at the beginning was now a deserter in front of her again.
But so what.
He has lost from the start.
The future is just a game of his own.
He has loved her for a long time.
long time to come,
From the beginning he was a complete failure.
The silent man didn't speak, and stood leaning against the door frame, unable to see his expression or where his eyes fell.
Pride in love is never worth mentioning.
he loves her.
That's enough to understand.
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