Chapter 373

Name：Bloodthirsty master is so domineering Author：无泪的宝贝
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In this way, when lost, the heart will not be so painful.

Even if it hurts, you can pretend it doesn't.

"You're getting married?" He didn't want to ask, but he still asked.

Early this morning, I heard people around me saying that Ji chuyang was going to get married. He always told himself that the woman was not Ling Xiaoqian, but the truth told him.

Yes.

It's Ling Xiaoqian.

She is going to marry Ji chuyang. The date of marriage is tomorrow. From tomorrow on, the woman he cares about most will become someone else's wife.

Not without feeling.

It's just that.

Indifference, let him mistakenly think that he did not feel.

Ling xiaoshallow very relaxed reply, "yes, isn't it very unexpected?"

That tone is really relaxed, as if sharing their own "happiness", as simple, but there is a sense of suffocation in the chest, suffocation even breathing is so heavy.

"A little bit." Blue to morning also plain back a sentence.

Two people, so silent.

Even if we can't be together any more, even if we are sharing, it is the most painful and painful thing, as long as we have each other in front of us and each other in our eyes.

Heart.

It's still warm.

I'm very happy.

Not far away, there is a car parked, looking at the scene in front of them through the window, they stand face to face, the picture is very beautiful, with such a beautiful nostalgic landscape painting, very beautiful, very moving

Ji chuyang's pupils are tightening. He seems unhappy and expressionless. He looks at them coldly.

It's dusk, the long sun is very beautiful, this section of Linzi road is very beautiful, and their figure, let the setting sun slant on the ground.

Good picture.

It's a beautiful feeling.

"You, without my care, will you not get used to it?"

After a long silence, Ling Xiaoqian finally opened his mouth, half serious and half joking.

LAN Yichen replied, "OK, I get used to it slowly."

What if I'm not used to it?

She will not return to his side, life is still the same, but, without real happiness, no sense of happiness.

It's cold.

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