Perhaps the first time their eyes met, it was doomed to a love that could not escape. Susan's life began to secretly change when facing the blond, flowing, tender man. She couldn't escape the wildness of his horse riding from the wilderness, the weakness of his weeping in front of Samule's grave, the affectionate kiss he turned around, and everything about him. Susan fell in the world of tristan.
"Some people can clearly hear the voice of their own hearts and live by this voice. Such people are either crazy or become legends."
Tristan heard his voice and lived by his own voice. Susan has no love for him. The voice that can cover his soul, so she endured everything he brought her, short-term peace and happiness, long-term waiting and pain. "Even if I have a baby, do you still have to leave?" Tristan just glanced at her and turned on his horse. She didn't do anything wrong, she loved him and guarded him as always, he chose to leave after he got up from bed one day, leaving her tearful, waiting for a few years.
She followed Alfred because she was tired. A woman, non-vegetable. It is always too far away, but her love for him has never weakened. In addition to leaving, it takes a hard heart to continue to wait.
In the garden, she has long hair in white clothes, calm and peaceful. She saw him, the man who made her heart mutilate, tears in his eyes instantly. She took off the bracelet in her hand and said to him, "Take it, I don't want it." During how many days and nights, she imagined in her heart the scene of their meeting again, telling herself what kind of posture she would be able to express clearly. What about his love-hate emotions? She said: "Take it, I don't want it." This sentence should have been practiced countless times in her heart. She was waiting for this meeting and the bracelet that had been worn on her wrist.
Thinking she was relieved, she smiled and hugged Alfred, telling him tristan to greet him. Then, caught off guard, I heard the news that Tristan was engaged to Isabel. Her expression froze there, but she had to respond with the hardest smile. She walked quickly to the dressing table, turned her back to Alfred, and began to comb her long hair over and over again. The mechanical movements and the short answers tried to conceal the turbulent sadness in her heart, but she was so sad that she couldn't cry, which made my heart sore.
She loves him, waits for him, thinking that it will always be too far away from him. But he came back, and when her heart was riddled with holes, he gave another woman the love and peace she had always longed for. She was in a dilemma, so fragile that she couldn't contain the tears in her eyes every time she saw the happiness of Tristan's family. Her sadness came from her eyes, her face, and her voice. Did Tristan feel it, why did he never tell her how to love him to make her feel better?
Across the iron fence of the prison, Susan and Tristan embraced and wept again. For the first time, in front of Samuel's grave, they embraced and wept. She was in pain with him, but he left her. This time, she told him what she was saying in her heart. She loved him in order to be able to be with him and hoped that Samule and Little Isabel would die, but she heard him say: "Go back."
She went back, minus She was relieved by the long hair and a dull gunshot.
This kind of love is too heavy, and it has been suffering in the hopeless waiting, farther than forever.
Die, let the waiting have a deadline. The waiting can finally stop forever.
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