Chapter 971

"Stop it!"

Bai Jingjin interrupted her.

He held her shoulder hard, almost pleading out: "don't mention those things."

Ann promised to tilt his head, smile is very light: "this can't listen to it?"

Does it hurt?

What's the pain.

He's not as miserable as she is now.

Ann shook her left hand.

The ring finger is broken.

Bai Jingjin personally broke one of her fingers and took out the ring.

It's broken into two parts,

thrown away.

She picked it up.

In the end, she threw it away.

And then she picked it up.

Now, he was thrown away again, and then, he was picked up by baijingjin.

An promise smile is very deep, lifted long hair, indifferent raised chin: "white truss hibiscus, pain, pain?" That's all. What's the pain? What's the pain.

What's all that she's been through?

A joke?

He laughed it off and ignored the hurt she had suffered.

What about her? Are you kidding?

Maybe.

She was really a joke.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have deserved it.

"Ann promised, these things, so far, forget it, don't mention it in the future?"

"I'll remember it, I won't forget it, but you, don't remember it."

The pain, she suffered, he to remember.

"Don't remember?" Ann promised to laugh at herself, pursed her lower lip, raised her chin, and glared at the man who was a head higher than her: "white truss hibiscus, how can I forget."

"As long as you leave me some bottom line, I won't get to this point."

"Bai Jingjin, you didn't leave me any way back. What else do you expect from me?"

"As long as you give me some leeway, just a little bit is enough. Because I like you so much, as long as you give me a little leeway and because I like you, I will certainly forgive you."

"But you didn't."

Baijingjin, you didn't!

You don't even give me a little back, don't leave for yourself, now, what do you expect.

Ann promised to put away her smile calmly, and looked at the box of paper scraps, which were broken into pieces. Ninety nine love letters written to Bai zhungen were now broken into more than countless pieces of paper.

"You can spell it."

"My ninety-nine love letters."

Spell it out and see what it says.

Look at her heart.

Look again, her broken heart is destroyed.

I don't believe it. He can piece it together.

How can you spell it? It's broken into dregs, baizhujin.

You know what's broken?

By you, foot by foot, step into the slag.

Slag is not enough, you also stepped on two feet, slag is gone, only the powder.

It doesn't have to be blown, it's gone.

……

One box, at least one or more pieces.

It's impossible to put it together.

Ninety nine love letters.

One night, it's impossible to spell it out.

Ann promised to lie on his side on the bed, with his back to him, and the tears rolled silently in his eyes.

She bit her finger gently.

I can't stop tears.

Sitting on the carpet with a desk lamp on, Bai Jingjin fiddled with the crumbs and pieced them together.

Then, tear off the tape and stick it on.

He maintained a posture for a long time, and then he stuck almost half of it.

His intelligence, in this place, does not play any role.

Can only take up piece by piece, look at the words above, and then, spell.

Bai Jingjin stares at the words on it.

On Juanxiu's handwriting, the ink is fainted by tears

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