Su Yanru felt that every tiny molecule in the air was going against her and was slowly playing a kind of bitter music. Perhaps only those at the end of their sorrow could hear it.
"How are you lately?" Tang Moye hugged the Xing Miaozhu tightly. She was afraid that if she loosened her grip,this woman would leave her. Tears streamed down her face. Because they had been separated for too long,the tears that had gathered from yearning were running wildly.
"I'm fine. Did n' t I come looking for you just after I returned?" Xing Miaozhu said gently and patted him on the shoulder," Don't worry. I' ve lived well abroad. I'm not a child,and I' m still crying. You let your staff see me." "How embarrassing!"
"I'm not ashamed. As long as I can be with you,I' m willing to do whatever I want." Tang Mo
