You From The Game

She wants her and Lu Hui's future.

Her future...not a joke.

She has regrets.

Whoever bites Lu Hui's finger, she has to... grab Lu Hui from her or him!

She said that her future is in her heart.

She wrote.

As long as Lu Hui's promise remains.

She is not afraid of how strong the enemy is.

"Boom-"

The hands that haven't been exercised for a long time don't have that much strength. After Xia Qiu moved two steps tentatively, he fell on the soft blanket again.

Xia Qiu propped himself up, his fingertips trembling.

The hot liquid slid down the corner of his eyes, Lu Hui subconsciously touched his cheek, his face full of warm tears.

You look at her like a stubborn stone, hiding in the corner your little humbleness that you don't want to see anyone, just when you are angry with her stubborn stomping, you don't know that piece The stubborn smelly stone, secretly in the darkness, watered a seed that might break the stone with sweat, and used the bravery to tear himself up in exchange for the brilliant flower that was born to you.

Lu Hui looked at Xia Qiu and slowly grabbed the railing again, like a stubborn flower, with the kind of stubbornness that once made Lu Hui hate.

But now, that stubbornness shines so brilliantly in this person.

Lu Hui was so distressed, she bit her lip, resisting the desire to rush up, and gently closed the door.

She leaned against the door, holding the door card tightly, the night light emitting a gentle light, reflecting the tears on Lu Hui's eyelashes.

"Xiaqiuqiu." Lu Hui whispered to himself.

"You are the brightest sun I have ever seen."

"You are the best."

She lowered her head and kissed the scar on her index finger, her voice finally choked.

"I'm so proud of you..."