C424

His hair was shaggy, his eyes were sunken, and his beard was all over his chin. The whole person looks like grass and looks decadent.

It seems that this week has exhausted all hope of his life.

Wood wood went over, put the broken hair in front of him, gently and absolutely said: "give it to Shuluo."

"What else? Is there anything else to say? "

Jerome clenched her hair, and her hands were soft and piercing.

"No more."

Don't turn your head, Mu Mu walks into the room and says, "you go. I'm going to have a rest. "

Jerome looked at her more and more thin figure, did not give up and asked: "do you want to see my brother?"

"No

A few seconds later, the sound of wood and wood Qingyue came. It was like a cold knife cutting the water. It was sharp, but there was no trace left

Jerome's heart suddenly and violently tugged, and the tears rolled down his cheek, clenched her hair's hand, and trembled.

His purplish gray pupil is a piece of sad bewilderment, the corner of his mouth is not a trace of blood, just endure shivering: "you go to see him, OK? Would you like to see him I I I beg you

Thirty seconds

Fifty seconds

One minute and thirty seconds

Five minutes and thirty-seven seconds

No life, like the stagnant water under the cover of night, a gloomy and dumb

And Jerome, this dumb poppy flower, was stranded on the beach

He stood where he was, waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for Mu Mu's reply, just a word is good.

He stood like that, obstinately standing, the sunset outside the window to his back painted a layer of gold. Light gold yellow, like a withered flower

He just kept thinking of the doctor's words -

the distance between the sword and the heart is only a few millimeters, and there is little hope!

The distance between the sword and the heart is only a few millimeters. There is almost no hope!

The distance between the sword and the heart is only a few millimeters. There is almost no hope!

He felt that he had been drained of all his strength and words by this sentence.

However, Mu Mu did not speak again.

I didn't vomit a word.

Air, solidification.

There was a dull stillness.

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PS: sometimes, I hate wood. I hate her However, if it is not love, there will be no hate.

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