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such an existence.Whether you hate it or hate it...

However, that him has never appeared. In this isolated mountain forest, the days accompanied by loneliness have worn away Gong Xihua's sharp edges and corners.

Introverted, silent; lonely, dead.

I am used to strolling at sunset, and I am used to walking alone listening to birdsong.Beside the secluded lake, watching the calmness of the flowing water, swaying like this until the sun sets and the moon rises.

And so day after day...year after year...until the end of my life.Xihua often thinks like this, maybe her whole life will be wasted in such a life.

I have no right to be born, and I have no heart.Perhaps his heart had been frozen the moment he stepped into the mountain again.

On that day, I was still by the lake until sunset. When I turned around, I heard a burst of bird singing on the tree to disperse.He followed the sound, and only heard a soft call when he was in a trance.

"Xihua..."

Turning around suddenly, there was a person standing quietly outside the square inch of the lake, dressed in white like snow, with a drunken smile.

As if waiting for a thousand years, that soft call made the frozen heart warm again.The eyes were instantly infested with sourness, and the scalding liquid couldn't stop dripping.

Even if I have to wait for a thousand years, I still don't regret it.Or God hangs down the curtain, so that I can see the dream that I think about day and night at this moment.

Gong Xihua couldn't move, she was afraid that if she moved, this short dream would be shattered.Until that cool hand caressed his cheek, that strong arm embraced his shoulder blade, that warm forehead was pressed against his forehead... until, those dark eyes reflected himself, and those thin lips pressed against his on myself...

"I'm back and I won't leave again..."

I was silent for a long time.Snuggling, lingering, venting each other's feelings.Until powerless, until I can no longer move.

"Welcome home……"

This time, he finally got his own happiness—his... Linshui.

The author has something to say: It's finally over.In fact, the CP at the beginning of this article is these two people, so they are nicknamed "Flowers at the Waterside" haha...

In fact, there are a lot of extra episodes, but because I can't start for a while, I put them aside first.Still, I'll find the time to write... something happy, something between generations past.

In addition, it seems that JJ has custom printing now, I don't know if there are any readers who want it.I also want to ask the editor how to enable this function.Because it is said that the custom-printed text can not be deleted... so ==!I've lost my mind.If I can customize it, I will fill in the episode as soon as possible, revise the text by the way, or add an NP ending?

Finally, I would like to thank everyone who supported this article all the way. Thank you for your support that made me persevere.In fact, the situation is very special when writing this article. The first half is in China, and the second half is across the ocean.So when it was interrupted and interrupted, Mou Yan was grateful for those who still persisted until the end.

Hope to see everyone in the next article (*^__^*).The new article is in the archives, after all, I want you to see the daily update TT!But I have been working for N days in a row...囧Working overtime, working overtime...Hey.

囧... I'm starting to talk again.So that's it... >.<~