Madam, president loves you secrectly

"I don't know. What's the meaning of my life?" maybe it has become a live joke. Is it meaningful? "Those who care about me have gone, those I love don't love me, and what I believe is false in the end. Just don't want this kind of life."

Her tone was sad, with a trace of sadness. Her eyes didn't sweep to Gu Yanchen at all. She looked a little dull. In the face of Junxiao, she seemed to be very open, but everyone who knew it knew that she still cared. She cared that she couldn't face herself up to now.

In the heavy rain, the rain washed two people's cheeks.

Gu Yanchen held her shoulder tightly, trying to awaken her will to survive: "You can't help it. Your family needs you, your friends need you, and your future needs you. Also, Zhou danruo, you remember Zhou danruo. She hasn't been punished yet, but you've abandoned yourself. You promised mu Yuchu that you would vent your anger for her. Have you forgotten? Do you want to disappoint mu Yuchu?"

"You still said last night that you must play dead Zhou danruo. Have you flinched back before you take that step?"

Song Manxi's eyes became somewhat lax because of Gu Yanchen's words, and unconsciously swept to the rows of pine trees next to the Xishan cemetery. They are evergreen all the year round and evergreen all the year round. Every moment is like the most brilliant moment of youth.

Mu Yuchu once broke his branches in such a beautiful time, and lost his life in such a beautiful time full of hope.

Yes, but Zhou danruo is still living well. With Jun Xiao's help, she is more comfortable than anyone, but Yuchu is still lying here alone, and her relatives and friends are scattered all over the world.

She hung her eyes and gently stroked the string of heart-shaped ornaments on her wrist. Her fingers crossed the marks of the two words, and the red rope touched her fingers with clear lines.

"Yes, Yuchu's Revenge hasn't been avenged yet? I've always wanted to vent my anger for her, but every time I'm lying to myself and her. I say I'm fine. In fact, I'm not good at all. I say I want to avenge for her, but before I step out, I start to shrink back. It's really... It's too bad."

One night's soberness also made her think clearly what she wanted. She can't let Zhou danruo be free. What's sorry is mu Yuchu and the good memories of that time. She must finish it with her own hands.

"Pa Da", suddenly there was a very inappropriate sound in the rain. Gu Yanchen's eyes swept down, but he saw that song Manxi had taken a string of red rope in her pale hand, and the bracelet she often carried on top.

She sucked her nose and wiped the rain off her head. In her big red eyes, the rain and tears were almost indistinguishable: "yes, I shouldn't give up on myself. I promised Yuchu. Since I promised, I can't finish what I once promised, but now the only thing I can do is that I must do it for her."

She stumbled up, carefully pushed away Gu Yanchen's hand, stood on the grass of the cemetery, gently folded her hands in the rain and in the wind, pulled the bracelet in her palm, and carefully printed her pale lips on her hand. For a long time, Gu Yanchen saw her raise her arm and throw something out.