And she, like all girls, began to lose her temper at him and scramble for time to drink a cup of milk tea from him when he was busy.

At first, such a rumor was like a spring drizzle, falling silently on the tip of her hair or neck, wetting her cheeks, but it was so warm and cool that she liked it.

But such tired, the bottom of her heart, but full of happy flowers, are beautiful cherry blossoms, surrounded in the wind, will be the deepest nostalgia for spring, unconcealed to blossom out.

She replied politely, "I'll see you tomorrow. It's time to get off work. I don't want to talk about work."

After finishing the last music program of the evening, she was physically and mentally exhausted, so she went out of the studio and habitually sat down on the recliner and closed her eyes.

In the midnight of those crying blood, he picked up a pen and truly recorded the great grief after the loss of his wife.

He, who is good at writing about love, has never been married, while she has an imperfect family of her own.

That day, Xiaoya's birthday, you were at work, I was desperate to tell a trivial lie to make up for my early departure. I came to the place with you and bought a full movie ticket. I felt happy when you patted me on the shoulder and said I was a fool. I feel the kind of happiness that has never been abandoned.

At that time, we were all intoxicated in our love story all the time, and the happiness on our faces was brimming with happiness in every corner of our eyes.

In the face of his achievements, she proudly told her friends: we have completed an important work that will make my husband famous.