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    It rained a lot.  There was a dark, damp smell in the air.

    She is thin and has small breasts.  Qi Er's short hair is black and shiny.  In the summer season, she was wearing a black short-sleeved dress. Because her figure was too thin, the clothes looked a little out of place.  like men's clothing.

    She stood in front of the window arranging a pot of flowers.  The color of the flower is yellow, she smiled.  The breeze stirred her hair.  It's a beautiful scene.

    The trees in front of the window grow very vigorously.  If it is not raining and it is sunny, the sunlight will be printed in the window through the gaps in the leaves.  Mottled tree shadows on the ground.  Black, with a streamer of color.

    She didn't know the name of the potted flower.  When I first saw it in the flower shop, I fell in love with it inexplicably.  The flower buds are very small.  The owner said that this kind of flower is very easy to keep.

    That flower was for her.  she thinks.

    That flower belongs to her.  A small yellow flower.  Has pale yellow stamens.  No fragrance.  quietly open.  Without the stay of bees and butterflies, it is accompanied by the long night and the noisy day.

    Wait for the moment when the rain stops.  She strokes the flower.  A pair of slender hands reveal an attractive white.  She doesn't speak.  The whole house is in a quiet peace.

    The rain stopped.

    She needs to leave.  Get a lighter pair of shoes, even if the shoes are old and faded.  She wants to see the rainbow, the sky after the rain.  Just look at the crowd on the street.  In this world, who else is lonelier than her?

    She always keeps the house spotless.  Because I don't want to see the ground covered with dust.  It looks like no one lives there.  Even if you don't cook, there are all kitchen utensils.

    Stay in the smoke and fire of the world.

    She lives in this house.  Merge with the memories of the past.  Although I know that the person who was lost will never come back.  What she once said is not being fulfilled, and she is the only one left here.  She has no reason to cry.

    She has a bad appetite.  Always unable to eat.  A thinner body.

    She closes the door.  Go to a wedding.  I don't want to dress too fancy.  I want everyone to know that her life is not as good as she imagined.  Life is freer than before.  Happiness and trouble coexist.  The person in the wedding dress standing next to the groom should be her.  It was her in memory, with baby fat, not the thin one now.

    Like that yellow flower.

    I said I love you, and I also said I hate you.  Finally turned into wishing you happiness.

    Perhaps what I said was not so sincere.  Perhaps a bit of duplicity.  I once regretted seeing each other late, and regretting not being able to grow old together.

    The song that belongs to them has finally sung to the end.  The girl failed to wait for the boy to stay.  The boy failed to keep that warmth.

    After all, it's because I'm too young.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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