Bai Yuxin's tears fell down one by one, falling on the beautiful petals, like the dewdrops in the early morning.
Haha, she finally understood that the reason why Bai Yuxin was called "mistress" rather than her girlfriend was because... she couldn't stand it! Because she was just a doll for him to visit occasionally in this villa! And his normality
Life is all around the woman named Yingying.
She has never been in his future life plan, right? From beginning to end, she is just a remedy for him to relieve all kinds of stress!
In the face of the cruel truth, Bai Yuxin wiped away the tears and clenched her fists hard!
Her "force" and the smile deliberately pretended to be in harmony, but it is the only fragile concealment she can make now.
Clenching her fist, exert force, and then exert force, her nails were deeply trapped in the snow-white skin, and she didn't hurt or hurt! She told herself that she was Bai Yuxin who was not afraid of suffering! She gritted her teeth, even the gunshot wounds and deaths at that time
If you are not afraid, what else can she be afraid of?
Are you afraid of being abandoned? It’s okay, it’s okay, maybe things are not that bad yet. Once again, she can get through the cruel truth she just knew!
Taking a deep breath, exhale and locking all the soreness in her heart. She didn't dare to remove her smile for a moment, for fear that if she relaxed a little, she would never disguise herself as she could.
Release her fists and ignore the wounds left by her fingernails, she walked to the dressing table in loneliness and began to examine herself seriously.
Fortunately, the smile is still there. Exhale, don't cry, don't be sad, convince yourself that as long as he doesn't speak for a day, she can continue to deceive herself and stay by his side. She signed a lifelong contract with him, right? That's the guarantee.
And promise, right?
When she returned to the table, she easily lit the candle this time.
The tears candles were burning, scorching her heart, melting her heart into little by little bright red wax oil, slowly dripping onto the ribbon knots that needed to solidify. The red wax was gradually expanding, and the pain between her fingers was
It did not pass into sensory consciousness, but instead dripped on the arm with a bitter smile on its face, burning the heart...
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