Madam, president loves you secrectly

"I specially dressed up. Does it look more energetic? This dress is from the one we used to like most with my mother. Because I came to see you, I chose a black-and-white one, so don't blame my bad eye if you don't think it looks good."

Song Manxi opened his hands, turned around, showed her in front of Mu Yuchu's tomb, and then put a bunch of flowers under the tombstone.

He also took a wet paper towel and gently wiped her tombstone and the black-and-white photo.

"I really don't blame you. You used to like reading comic books. You remember the dialogue clearly. Which character said which line you never missed. But you weren't so serious in class. You couldn't remember a few English words you had to write down every day."

She found a cleaner place on the side and sat down, turning over manke other than reader. She said that the painting style here was really good, especially some illustrations, which were very beautiful.

She had never thought of going over and looking through it before, and mu Yuchu often repeated the plot to her. She didn't have much interest to see it. Later, she didn't have a chance to go abroad. Now she wants to come, it's really... It's hard to say.

Song Manxi looked at the black-and-white photos on the tombstone while holding the book. The bitterness in his mouth gradually rose again, and the moisture in his eyes unconsciously spread.

"Look at me, I cry every time I see you. It's really disappointing." Song Manxi raised his hand and wiped the tears on his cheeks, then smiled and condensed his expression again. "Tell me about you. It's because of me that you couldn't be saved at the first time. Obviously you know I did it and gave me your heart."

"Fool, you are more stupid than me. If I had ulterior motives, wouldn't you die if you gave me your heart. Moreover, I didn't take good care of you and let you be taken away by Zhou Mingyi. In the final analysis, I really think I'm very vicious."

"At the same time, I think you know me. It's really pathetic. If you don't have me, if you don't have me..." Song Manxi lowered his eyes and muttered a few words, choking again.

It took her a long time to reopen her mouth. It was a solemn apology. At the same time, she tried to suppress her tears: "at the beginning of the speech, I'm sorry. From beginning to end, I owe you a sorry."

"I always thought it was Zhou danruo, because I never thought that brother Junxiao couldn't save you, so I always thought that she intervened and what she said in court. In fact... I quite understand my mother and brother Junxiao, and their original intention is for my good."

"But this month, I dare not talk to them. I don't know what to say, because when I see them, I feel very selfish, but I don't want them to worry. It's a contradictory mentality, right? Brother Junxiao is right. If you are here, you certainly don't want me to go on like this."

Song Manxi sniffed, pulled out a piece of paper from his bag and unfolded it: "I thought I should feel guilty for a long time, a long time, I should use a long time to figure it out. But I don't know why. Maybe you, in the dark, maybe you are telling me in this way to cheer up and live again."

She looked down at the thin paper in her hand. It was so light that people thought it was a dream, but it was very real.