Perhaps because I have seen through some things, I am much more silent than usual.
Silence is not good at talking. Walk without leaving a trace.
The sky outside the window is hazy. Reflecting the bleak brilliance of the moonlight. Who on earth does my brain think of. Only then will I want to say goodbye. What I have experienced in the past is fleeting, and what I will face in the future is a long life.
My character is tweaked. There is no expression of generosity. Walking in the crowd, there is a young high-spirited. I heard people talk about the beauty of December. I heard people talk about the snow and sunshine in winter. The cold is slowly seeping into the body.
I passed by him and sensed a different aura. He seemed to understand me. Maybe he wants to be my friend but doesn't know how to say it. Actually we have the same age.
I didn't ask if he had a girlfriend? Will you get married? Our relationship is not mature enough to discuss this kind of topic.
I saw the image of a girl on his computer screen. Everyone's aesthetics may be different. It may also be due to myopia, so the blurry shadow cannot reveal the outline of the figure. I've never liked this type of girl. Reminds me of Japanese porn heroines.
Admit that you shouldn't have such impure thoughts. At noon when the sun is strongest.
The clothes she bought online arrived. It's a pair of white shorts. I don't think it's necessary for her to wear it for an interview with a male colleague. I think there is some connection between them. The matter of men and women has always been your love and my wish. On the edge of morality and ethics, there are people who are willing to try.
A new colleague asked for leave. The leader asked me to take her place. My work has become very busy, running around all day. I will miss the time when I have nothing to do, and I will miss the winter wind beating on the glass windows. The class to be attended has not yet been taken, the exercises to be done, and the notes to be taken are all delayed again and again. My mother sent me a voice message and a transfer record. I didn't click on it.
Mom still remembers my birthday.
And I have long since forgotten.
I lost myself, along with that warm heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com