Amazing crossing: the princess who was hunted down

Chapter 442 I love you, so I won't give up on you! (3)

The radio is silver and small.

When Chen Ye asked her what birthday gift she liked,

She joked casually and said that you can give me an XX brand radio.

In fact, mobile phones were already common at that time.

All kinds of speaker equipment are also very popular.

Radios are rare, especially XX brand.

She deliberately tested him, but unexpectedly, Chen Ye really bought her a small and exquisite radio of XX brand!

He can remember every word she said so carefully,

He also said that the greatest ideal in life is to marry her,

He also promised to give her a lifetime of happiness,

But why, the oath I just made is still ringing in my ears,
How could the cruel words of breaking up be spoken so easily?

She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand!
She sat long on the lawn that night,

It wasn't until late at night that the dew was heavy and my legs were numb, so I got up and went back to the dormitory.

On weekends, all the roommates in the dormitory went out,

Those who were close to home went home, and those who were far away from home also went to find their own happiness.

She was the only one in the empty bedroom,

Lying on his back on the bed, his heart was tossing and turning, tossing and turning uneasy.

Unable to fall asleep, I simply turned on the radio.

Then, she heard that ethereal and ethereal voice.

Aoi Teshima was singing that old song - "Therose".

Her voice is faint, in the faint piano sound, or deep or shallow singing,

But so clearly reaching the softest part of my heart,
Become the most unique melody, full of ethereal loneliness,

But still can reveal a trace of stubborn obsession.

It was as if there was something catching, which could hold her heart tightly at once,

Then, be overwhelmed by it.

She lay quietly on the bed, closed her eyes lightly,
As if perched on a hill in a valley, feeling the steady breeze,
Feel the relief as it brushes your body, feel,

The dream that shuttles between memory and reality is warm and sad.

She always remembered that the lyrics were as follows:

Some say love, it is a river Some say love is a river
(End of this chapter)