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She doesn't know if she loves him or not.
He hesitated to tell him about her confusion.
Every day, she walked around that intersection. Like a fallen angel, struggling with unknown results.
Wearing an uncomfortable coat. Wrapped tightly around the body, it looks like it was picked up from somewhere and dressed casually.
The hair is tied up with a rubber band indiscriminately. Fluffy strands of hair fluttered across his forehead.
A gloomy winter afternoon.
The sky seems to be snowflakes falling at any time.
She walked back and forth sadly and bored.
The black dress is like an inescapable nightmare.
From one wall to the other.
The distance is so close, but it seems to have gone through an eternity.
The ambiguity of her feelings made her lose her sense of proportion.
She has always been a sensible person.
Don't say love easily.
Not used to love.
Always face the darkness alone. And loneliness, loneliness has become an inseparable friend in life and death.
At that time, she was proud and high-spirited. Full of reverie about the future.
Someone smiled and said to her, girl, it's time to fall in love and get married
She raised puzzled eyes.
Only then did I realize that I had reached the point where I could talk about love.
? I am thinking about the people around me, looking aroundno one is suitable for me
Yes, just thinking about these things can't calm the mood.
The parents whispered in their ears that the little sister next door got married last year and is going to have a baby this year
Relatives and friends are talking around, will you still be a single dog in the coming year?
A series of questions echoed in the brain.
Have you really reached the age where you must get married?
Having a childgrow up with himmaybe the end of life.
Year by year. Then I met him.
How is he?
Do you know him?
Fate is nothing clear.
All I know is that seeing him makes me feel comfortable.
It doesn't look outstanding. Work is average.
Once, I happened to meet him when I was going down the stairs.
He was wearing a crisp black suit. Saw her holding a pile of papers
Smiled and said to her, let me get it for you.
"Nono" She hastily declined. Blushing like an apple.
"It's okay. I'll go with you."
He took the heavy document from her hand down the stairs one after the other. Talking one after another.
Maybe that's how we got to know each other.
Many times they met on that staircase. But rarely speak.
The stairs are very long and seem to have no end.
The cup full of khakis he didn't finish was engraved with beautiful patterns
Sometimes, he would listen to songs while bowing his head in thought
He never looks down at his phone
Once she was scolded by the leader, so she hid at the stairs and cried. I happened to meet him I turned around in embarrassment
Unexpectedly, he handed over a tissue
Once, he stood on the stairs and made a phone call.
"I heard that you are married"
His tears flowed down.
At that moment, her heart beat suddenly and violently.
His emotional eyebrows and eyes are deeply imprinted in my heart.
What appeared in front of her eyes was not the decadence of broken love, but the most emotional part of a man
His appearance has been continuously improved and enlarged
So. She longed to see him.
She drank the same brand of instant coffee as his
? Using a cup with the same pattern
Imitate his posture on the phone to entertain himself alone.
But she couldn't figure out if it was love.
People around me come and go.
They still meet every day.
Passed by again and again at the narrow stairway.
She always wears headphones and pretends to be listening to music, but she is thinking about how to speak to him.
? Until one day, he took the candy and told her that I was getting married
She took the candy in astonishment.
Watching his back slowly disappear at the stairs.
Only at that moment can I understand what the taste of heartache is.
She still walks up that flight of stairsand still meet a lot of people
But she still can't tell what love is
In the crowd, if you look at someone more, you will think it is love
The slightest concern from others is considered love
? Feeling sorry for others is love
Looking back, turning around
Endlessly ambiguous.
She has been singleuntil she dies(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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