If it were that night, she would not be so sad, nor so stupid, nor would she give birth to any hope, thinking that she could make his heart beat again.
It turns out that the past is finally over. Even if you want to come back and grab it again, it is like holding sand in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it leaks?
The mist rose in front of him, gradually blurred his vision, and also blurred Mason’s handsome face.
Ava’s lips trembled, her red lips squirmed, she still whispered, “Mason, do you hate seeing me so much?”
She knew in her heart that such a question was meaningless, but she still wanted to ask, because she also needed a reason to give up.
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