his expression was a little frozen.
She knew that he had retreated and pursed her lips. you said you wanted me to accompany you.
his fingers gently caressed her red lips and he smiled. " "you will be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." she hugged his thin waist, buried her face in it, and muttered, " "an lan, i'm not afraid!"
she even pulled him to her side and hugged him like a child. " look, i'm not afraid. "
"aren't you afraid even if you turn off the lights?" his voice was hoarse and damaged, not as elegant and pleasant as before.
She shook her head desperately. I'm not afraid, really.
She kissed half of his body. not perfect, but it's real.
He had no idea how much she yearned for this warmth.
When she went to the mortuary, the cold aura of death scared her.
And she had only been to the cemetery a few times.
Perhaps, from the bottom of her heart, she was unwilling to accept the fact that he had died.
fortunately, he had returned.
