Chapter 9

Walking out of the hotel, the tears ran wild.

Heartache, the longer you hold it, the fiercer it is to vent. Tang Nuanyang goes to a coconut tree and looks at the sea, and his hot tears fall.

The sea breeze blowing, dress fluttering, even from the hair, also messy.

Looking at the sea water surging in the dark, she felt so kind, as if that was her best destination. In this world, she was lonely, her family, her husband, even the first love hidden in her heart. They were far away from her one by one, and there were no memories left.

A white rose suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't even have time to wipe her tears. She even stepped back two steps, stepped back into the meat wall, and had a big palm on her waist.

She looked up in a little panic. In the moonlight, she saw a masked face and a tall hat. The only thing she could see was her narrow nose and thin lips like cicada wings. Her eyes were covered by the brim of the hat, showing a sense of mystery.

"Who are you?" I don't know whether it's a Chinese or a foreigner. Tang Nuanyang talks to him in English.

The man encircled her waist and turned the white rose into a handkerchief

Tang Nuanyang looked at his hand in surprise, and naturally took the handkerchief and pulled it. Just now it was a flower. It was "so powerful"

"beautiful lady, the handkerchief is used to wipe, not to pull." the man took her hand, pressed it on her face, and wiped the tears from her face.

A stranger, a simple act, let her heart feel warm.

She also saw that there was a thin tail ring on his little finger, shining silver in her pupil.

Now the action is so ambiguous, but she did not push away. This frivolous approach with strangers makes her feel that she is standing on the edge of the cliff, dangerous and degenerate, but at the same time, she feels free to speak freely.

Magician, you know, in this world, everyone needs warmth, but I'm so cold and lonely.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you hold it tightly, it won't be cold." the man's powerful arm encircles her tightly, bends down and leans his head on her shoulder. He speaks fluent French, which sounds touching and touching.

Tang Warm Yang slowly raised a smile, "you're right, as long as hold some will not be cold, but I have no one to hold.".

"Don't you have a husband?"

Yes, but he will never be the one who hugs me because he doesn't love me.

"Do you love him?" The man's voice, revealed a trace of tension.

Tang Nuanyang pondered this question for a long time, "I I don't know. "She didn't dare to answer honestly, because she was afraid that she would be more desperate when she heard it.

The man's lips, without the slightest omen on the pressure over, scared Tang Warm Yang quickly break free, life like escape back to the hotel.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, she was still in shock. She was so crazy just now that she was almost invaded by a stranger!

I don't know how long I've been sitting. The wound between my legs has split and healed. The white handkerchief that my fourth uncle tied to her has all been dyed red. She turns back to the room and walks to the door. She suddenly sees Luo Juntian standing in front of her door with his hands in his pocket. Her upright posture and beautiful face show her inherent nobility.

Seeing her, he frowned and asked, "where have you been?"

"Meet lover to go" Tang Warm Yang a don't do two break, simply so say with him.