"Flee, try hard, and run away with this grief. For you, this is the destiny you are destined to bear!"
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Suddenly opened his eyes, Dongfang Han suddenly sat up from the bed, and when he was breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat came out on his forehead.
She hadn't dreamed of this kind of dream for how long.
After taking a breath, Dongfang Han got out of bed, opened the window, and blew the cool night breeze, which made her a little awake.
He stretched out his hand to open the drawer in front of him, took out the music box that had been hidden inside, and opened it. A beautiful and comfortable melody sounded, breaking the silence and... loneliness of the night.
This is the first Christmas gift from Zhuo Lin in her life, so she cherishes the most precious.
Thinking of him standing in the high school classroom, talking to her intently forever.
I remembered that every time he took care of himself, he looked reluctant and a bit guilty.
Thinking of him being so desperate for her, he even almost lost his legs, but he looked willingly.
Thinking of... Thinking of his clear and firm gaze when he said "I like you Dongfang Han" to her on the snow-capped mountain.
Suddenly, Dongfang Han felt a warm feeling gently brushing his heart. I remembered that he often showed awkwardness in front of him, so the corners of his lips could not help but rise.
This is so beautiful, but—
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"Flee, try hard, and run away with this grief. For you, this is the destiny you are destined to bear!"
I just remembered the time when my mother pushed her out of the magic cave before her death.
She saw it, and saw the woman who never smiled at herself, and smiled contentedly.
"I want you to live and continue to hate me with all your feelings!" At the moment when she was about to be swallowed by the sea of fire, she understood the sentence from the shape of her mouth.
Yes, she hates it.
Not only hates the mother who gave birth to her and raised her, but also hates the father who has been torturing her.
Only at that moment, seeing that woman end like that, there was no hatred in her heart. She would rather believe that the moment the woman saved her, not because of conscience discovery, nor the maternal instinct that had never happened before. She kept her alive only because of her words.
The damn people are dead, but she is still alive.
Let her such a devil's son live forever in a world of grief and resentment, and will never escape the fate of the Eastern family.
She has never been a greedy person, but at this moment she actually had an idea.
She wants to be with her current partner, just like Zhuolin said, forever and ever.
But... She suddenly smiled, and a strand of desolation appeared.
She has never been able to stay by her side forever, whether it is people or things.
It seemed that this was the punishment from God, to punish her as a villain.
What is owed is always to be repaid.
Maybe she has already seen the end of her revenge...
Turn off the music box when Dongfang Han is about to turn around.
"Buzzing..." The phone on the bedside suddenly rang. She walked over and took a look at the number displayed on the screen, so she didn't hesitate to pick it up.
"Xiaohan, I'm sorry to disturb you." Zhang Zichu's sorry voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's okay." Dongfang Han took the phone and sat down, "Is there anything wrong with calling so late?"
There was a moment of silence, and there was a voice over there: "I want to invite you to a banquet tomorrow night."
Dongfang Han had a pause, as if he was thinking about something, and when he was silent, he would continue to say, "Is it important?"
"Well. Someone tomorrow night may help us in the future."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han's pupils shrank.
"It's just that I want to ask for your opinion. After all, it's such a grand occasion, I don't want to..." Dongfang Han interrupted resolutely before Zhang Zichu finished speaking.
"I understand what you mean! I will take care of the matter here, and I agree to go with you. Everything is subject to your arrangements!"
Zhang Zichu paused, Dongfang Han's promise so simply did not make him feel happy. With a helpless and somewhat frustrated smile on his face, he said: "You still like it so desperately. Xiaohan, you know. Once you take this step, you can't look back. I'm so unwilling, you never gave me A clear answer."
The silence on the other end of the phone made Zhang Zichu's mouth feel bitter.
"Tomorrow night," he was taken aback, Dongfang Han raised his head and looked out the window, as if talking to himself or saying to him: "I will know what I should do and make choices that are good for everyone."