Chapter 1335： Reality (10)

Chapter 1335 Reality (10)

There was no trace of snow, and he threw the bottle down the cliff, but his eyes suddenly appeared a tremor.

The cliff, the setting sun, and her at that time.

He is not sure what he is now. Does she love him or not?

Or she really needs a sacrifice.

Only to do his best to him.

Snow can never be forgotten. When she pushed him into the fire, the eyes were calm and terrible indifference.

If you love him, can you really pretend to be so perfect?

Snow did not think that one day he would have to drive himself crazy. He dragged his sword and drunk back to the house to sleep.

I haven't really slept for a long time.

He quietly looked at the top of the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly his chest pain was unbearable, and he immediately got up and a blood spit out.

Emotional suffering?

The snow touched his chest without a trace, and this familiar pain came again.

The pain is getting more and more intense, and at the end of the day, he can't bear the contraction and sweat on the bed.

It hurts too much, and this pain even exceeds his physical limit.

The snow has no cold expression and is very pale, and the sweat has been braving.

Suddenly he got out of bed, hit the table, and the table turned over.

Suddenly a stack of paper rolled out from under the table.

There was no trace of snow, and he stared at the stack of paper.

Scattered a piece of paper, one by one is a familiar handwriting.

These papers actually stick to the bottom of the table and have never been discovered.

He bent over and saw the first piece of paper with a digital sign on it.

One.

He breathed a meal and turned the paper over.

The writing on the paper is very beautiful, elegant and written - Master, my love for you is really deeper than day.

The pain in the chest without the trace of the snow subsided.

These words, when did she stay?

The snow suddenly closed his eyes, and all the papers were groped and re-stacked.

Then I opened my eyes and quickly took all the papers one by one without browsing the content.

A total of forty-nine.

He decided to watch one day, this is the only thought she left for him.

Look at the snow every day without a trace.

"Master, your fingers are so beautiful, I like your fingers and wrap my hair."

"Master, your eyes look good, when can you look at me all the time, I will see anything that you see."

"I won't call you a master today, I will tell you that there is no trace of snow, and there is no trace of **** in the snow. You like it or not, I like you."

......

This is her diary.

The paper is also old and new.

It seems that she started writing a long time ago.

They are all made by hand, and some of them are scribbled.

Look at each day, each one is love for him.

The heart without snow has no pain, and the pain of estrus has not found him.

He didn't even know why he suddenly had a sharp heartache, and he clearly treated the sequelae of this martial art.

The life without snow is extremely poor.

Before he met Bai Weiwei, he was arrogant and arrogant. When he was in the right place, he could use the Magnolia to destroy the door.

Everything for him is a fun game for him.

He likes these games and even enjoys them.

After she died, he had nothing.

Living is worse than dying.

His current life is killing, then quietly waiting for tomorrow to come and continue to see what she wrote.

The paper behind is not like a diary, but a letter to him.

"Master, if I am not there in the future, you have to take care of yourself."

This sentence makes him a sore nose.

He can't take care of himself, he doesn't even want to take care of himself.

(End of this chapter)