Marguerite’s lips were thin, and she couldn't see her lip line when she smiled. Every time I saw her bright smile, I would be in a daze for this beautiful smile. He laughed suddenly, and he leaned forward and backward. Such a bright, coquettish and unscrupulous smile like a morning glow could not be grasped. When it disappeared, it was as fast as it came, and I couldn't tell the feeling of distress in my heart. A woman like this is always anxious when happiness comes, and she is afraid of possessing it like she is afraid of losing.
Seeing her and Amon's time in the country, they loved each other so deeply, they always couldn't help the jealousy among lovers, but they would reconcile very well, because love stubbornly grabbed them. I can't bear to see the ending. If love can always stop in happy moments, it would be nice to stop in a coquettish smile, love is love, there is not so much unworthy and sacrifice.
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