Big play bone

1891

Claire and Owen, Owen and Clare. The past is in the past, there is no knowledge of others, and can only capture those who have passed the wind from the words.

At this time, Clare fell softly between the line between Owen and the wrist dragons - her cold and proud gradually faded, revealing a fragile and struggling of the deep eyes, and it seems that they have been touching the inner heart now. The wound, awakened the memories of the heart in my mind, which makes her feel a little.

"Hey." Owen was softly careless, with the left hand continued to touch the head of the wrist dragon, and the gentle god revealed some sadness, but it was hidden very well. He is like a baby who is taking care of the baby, the throat The sound sound is made, so that the noisy noisy is gradually quiet.

Claire's footsteps finally approached, she had some hesitated, and some fear - faced with such a big thing, even if they know that the other party is a herbivore, even if they know that the other party is dying, it is for human nature, or Let her feel cautious.

Finally, she stood in front of the Owen and the wrist dragon.

Owen is still gently patted his head. The wrist dragon opens his eyes. It seems to have enjoyed a moment of peace, revealing a shallow halo, not sent a comfortable snoring, as if you find a little comfort General, but this kind of comfort has made the pain before death, the more you get up - Claire feels that the vivid and delicate emotions are like humans, so that Clare feels the same.

Her line of sight fell on the love of Owen, could not help but look down, defeating the inner fear, leaned out the right hand, slowly toward the head of the wrist dragon, but did not dare to take However, worry that you are eager to scare your wisdom.

Then, Clare detected that the eyes of Ou Wen were shot. The deep and clear scorpion did not usually love to kid. Haha. Sincerely, the sincere light smashed the struggle in the heart, and gently nodded, and then Clare noted that Owen broke the right hand slightly, she also put her right hand in the right hand of Owen's right hand.

Clare is still a little hesitant, the right hand is slightly shaking, but it doesn't retreat, when the right hand is slow down on the cheeks of the wrist dragon, she can feel the pain and struggle of the gently trembling muscles. It seems that vitality is slowly lapse at a point -

It is not a book number, it is not a park property, it is a life, fresh and real life. It has its own emotions and ideas, with their own happiness and sadness, and their own pain and sadness, maybe those emotions are relatively simple, but they are unquestionable.

It is not just it, but it should be him or her.

After Clare left his office, he contacted this group of dinosaurs who were responsible for the management. She finally felt that the sadness of Owen was from where to originate, but ... this is not too late. ? The lingering in front of you is withering, is she already there is no chance to save?

Claire's eyes also revealed a sadness, even the breath was not soft.

Suddenly, the wrist dragon seems to be aware of, and she raised her head. She struggled, which was shocked, and she quickly retracted his right hand. Down to Owen's sight, it is wrong. what? Or is it still what problems occur again?

Owen did not pay attention to Clare's sight. His attention did not pay in the wrist dragon, not only did not leave, and he was slightly touched, wrapped in the head of the wrist dragon with the temperature of the chest, "said softly," Nothing. Nothing. "The faint voice leaked a little vulnerable, it seems that he can truly feel the pain of the wrist dragon, and seems to have truly experienten to death.

Clare looked at Owen like this, and she never had such a serious look at Owen.

At this moment, she can find too much of too many complicated and profound emotions in the eyes of the eyes. She has no way to distinguish it, but they can still feel the scar of hidden in the appearance, which is tired and bloody. He is familiar with him, but it is not what she is familiar with.

His scarred his struggle, she knew that he couldn't understand - or said, he pushed her before she really had a chance to learn more, and she did not see hope after she was short-lived. I wanted to give up. She retired, she was afraid, she turned and left.

She told himself that it is the best ending, which is true for him.

But today, her heart is not huddled again.

The eyes of Owen were falling on the wrist dragon. The bottom of Clare reveals a touch, but more still regretted and care, she rely on the front, stroking the cheek and neck of the wrist dragon with her hands. Bring a silk comfort with the temperature of your own palm, then she can see the wrist dragon emit a comfortable low voice.

It is like it ... it is like a bruises in European.

If - just if she can relatively, she can relatively, and she can flatten the wound on Owen? When I pushed her, did I hurt her because of her rude and ice cold? And who is her leaving also pushes Owen to a more dark abyss? Their missed, is it right, or a regret?

Near the wrist dragons close at hand, Clare is some of the gods, all the thoughts in my mind are in a mess, but I can't clarify a clear idea.

Then, the wrist dragon turned out to grow up, and it seems to have ventilated all the pain. At the end, I closes my eyes, and I have no movement.

what happened?

Clare came back to God, and his eyes were somewhat, and he looked up and looked at Ou.

Owen did not answer, even didn't pay attention to Clare's sight, just quietly watching the wrist dragon, the miscellaneous emotions between the eyebrows, gradually became solemn and solemn, escorting the wrist dragon Finally, all the sadness and pain are hidden under the shadow of the eyelids.

He once again became the Owen Clare familiar.

He hides all the scars, those pains, those sad, those heavy, all alone, refuse to help, refuse to compassion, even refused all people trying to be close to him, just protect this tightly I am deeply buried in my dark memories. I just had a short exposure, and now it's all over.

Clare suddenly understood.

Tears, this ended away, slipped down, and Clare's sight fell again on the wrist dragon. She couldn't help but guessing. Owen used to be on the battlefield, is it this time I sent my comrades again and again. I watched my friends and comrades, I went to the front of my own, and there was no exception in front of my own, and there was no exception. Every death was in his soul, and finally became a broken down. The scarful soul has begun to numb, even lost the ability to perceive, and it seems that no longer makes up.

She is able to imagine, but she can't experience it.

It is like this moment, she is sad, but she can't really feel the embarrassment of the shares, and Owen is facing the people who are closely related to their own interests. Like a young smoke, that pain is How horrible, even if it is just an imagination, you can't stand it. Owen pushed her approach to escape, how is it behind?

Clare didn't dare to look at Owen, just look at the wrist dragon, because she knew that Owen has now restored the normal calm and solemn, but it is just this mask, but let Clare have grown up.

She sat quietly on the ground quietly, mourning a life dying, thinking about the words of Owen, is she really wrong? For Owen, is there a dinosaur?

And Owen has completed his mourning and remembering, even some cold blood, re-oscillating -

He stood up and re-held his shoulder. Step by step towards the front, avoiding any potential accidents, but just take a few steps, he once again put it down again, looking down in the distance. A continuously rolling plain and hills, silencely stopped the footsteps, just look at the front, did not speak, but the slightly tight shoulder line revealed a sadness and pain, it seems to be Strive to struggle, even the footsteps become light and slow, it has become unparalleled and cold, and there is no way to love the joke.

No expression, no words, just a back, this has leaked too much emotions.

Clair kept calmly, and then patted the cheeks of the wrist dragon. The temperature of the fingertips finally felt the rough skin texture, and then stood up again, followed the footsteps of Owen, and then she It is not the step of slowing down, and it seems that the scene in front of you have seen it, and the shock begins to kill in the heart of the heart.

What did they see?

Chen Zihao and Mei Lanni couldn't help but be curious, even they didn't realize that it took the foot tip, tried to look at the far-end scene - when they were forgotten, at this time, the distance is too far, even Standing on the stairs, I still can't see it. I don't want to say the feet, but they still can't help, that kind of real feelings from realism to illusory, let them in their own place, truly interpret "dream ".

1892 seems to know

The rocker camera lens slowly rises, climbed from the horizon of the horizon to the height of the three floors, which will capture all the screens all over the scene, including Owen and Clare, including the distant scene, A panoramic manner presented all the content in front of the audience.