When I saw this, I laughed heartily. Suddenly, Yin Yao low and numb voice rang in my ears." Yue'er, do n' t get angry."
I pointed at the forehead of his head, and the corner of my mouth split open as I blurted out," You're not serious."
We got along more naturally and more like an old wife. My conflicts, struggles, resentment, evasion, hypocrisy, and heavy pressure all dissipated with the wind.
He carried me onto a clean rock, and we talked to each other wholeheartedly. He talked about his childhood and my miserable youth.
As the night went deeper, the sea breeze blew and whined, and the waves seemed to be even bigger. It swept away the sand and brought the shells...
Yin Yao and I seemed to have a blooming poppy growing between them. It was born on a cliff, experienced vicissitudes of
