Pretty girl and school grass live together

Yan Zhen turned her head and used all her strength, took a big step with her legs, and finally rushed in.

Camille's legs went limp, and she sat limply on the ground, her heart torn into pieces.

The two people who were torn apart on the ground stood up slowly, their gazes rested on the hurried figure in front of them.

Ban Xiaoyi pursed her lips, Rao Yueyi almost bit her lips, Fan Mingzhuo's heart was turbulent, but his face was as calm as water.

Yan Zhen rushed up to the second floor, but stopped suddenly when she reached the door.

Even though they are very close to each other, they are separated by this door, their stiff fingers stretched out in mid-air, and they can't fall down no matter what.

Tears spilled all over her face, staining her originally delicate face, and her hair was messed up by the wind.

Inside the room was a young man with a slender and beautiful body clinging to the door. Outside the window, he saw the expressions of each of them. Paper couldn't cover fire, and they couldn't hide it from the first day of the junior high school, and they couldn't hide it from the fifteenth day. She still knew it, and everyone knew it. .

Seeing her tear-stained face made his heart ache even more.

I wanted to just leave quietly like this, and I didn't want so many people to grieve for him, but in the end I hurt everyone.

The room was quiet, as if someone was weeping softly in the silent night.

Outside the window, the sun is still shining brightly.

Sometimes the weather is the exact opposite of the mood.

"Hua, it's me, open the door." The girl's crying sound hurt his limbs.

With a "croak", the door opened, and the young man's pale face was still as gentle as ever, as if life was just as it was when we first saw each other.His tender affection is still as beautiful as when he first saw her.

The girl froze, unable to move.

The boy approached and stretched out his hand to gently embrace her in his arms.

Slender and gentle fingers tried to wipe away the tears on her face.

The girl greedily smelled the scent of his body, her tense heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, she couldn't say a word after a thousand words, she could only stare at him intently, afraid that he would disappear in the next second up.

The boy brought the girl into the room, placed her on a chair, went into the bathroom, soaked a clean towel and wrung it dry, with a gentle and heartbreaking smile on his lips.

"Didn't you tell me not to cry? Look at you, your face is dirty and ugly."

The towel gently wiped the girl's delicate face, and her tone was softly reproachful.

The hand was suddenly clenched, and the boy was startled. He lowered his head, and saw that his right hand was tightly held by the girl's slender and white hand, and his fingers were intertwined. It seemed that there was no force to separate them.

The girl's clear eyes fixed on his face.

The young man blushed slightly and smiled slightly.

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