He was moved. Apart from his mother and aunt, Veronica was the opposite **** he had most contact with.
Each picture is like a frozen photo, clearly left in his mind, and can be turned out at any time.
Especially when he knew that she was his nominal wife, joy came up inexplicably. He also wondered if it was part of the memory interference of the other two that caused him to have an illusion.
But what she said just now made him feel bored, and the fresh air at the top of the mountain became suffocating.
He just understood, maybe this is love.
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