Xu warm do not know this length of time wandering the streets. Occasionally, a stranger walked from her man, and some of her cast a curious eye, while others looked at her wickedly.

Her head down, chewing his lips, again and again to pump myself up.

However, every time a strange man from her through, she could not open.

My mind constantly emerging kuk look. He shouted her name, he will be green in cocklebur on her hand heart, Rou Rou's blue, Rou Rou's thorn. He smiled that soft so clean. Then he whispered to beg her - obedient, Nguyen Nguyen, go home! Do not sell themselves, and so I come back!

Nguyen Nguyen, I have been looking for you. Only temporarily, I have not found Natiao can pass your way there. I beg you not to do such a thing, do not ah!

... ...

Fairyland where those words appear, those kuk call, like boiling oil, like pouring warm heart of Xu, Xun Budao the direction of her pain.

She was clutching his chest, painfully close your eyes, tears fell on the snow, her over and over again to persuade themselves, give up, give up, give up the idea of this shameful bar! Otherwise, kuk will never again love you!

Then, she smiled and it feels like - you are the fools, wake up! Kuk already no longer love you. Three years ago, when he would be willing to throw in the Peach stockade you own a person get on the train south when, they no longer love you! If he loves you, you will not catch up with hardships from a peach stockade around him, let Zhao bear to tell you that he never want to see you!

Yes, no longer loved.

No matter whom your heart to the body to them, are forever and ever and in this old man named Meng not the slightest relationship.

For him, you are a past tense, is a man he no longer cares about people.

... ...

Xu warm tears clutching his chest and grief, she did not know how to do ah. She did not want to sell themselves, who do not want to leave it in their own ignominious mark! As early as 17 years old, she has left in his body had too much shame. She also promised Zhao Cubs, never to betray himself. Moreover, although she did not want to admit it, but she is still so humble to expect a certain day, when the kuk back to her time, willing to love her again, when, even when they can not be as full as ever, at least she can also give more 1:00 pure, even if only a little bit more, it is enough to give her some peace of mind.

In this world, ah, never be the most stupid woman, only the more silly woman. They will never have too many illusions of love, even if this love inside a man who hurt her mercilessly level. Even then the resentment hate, and she still can not help but think about it, or, one day, he will re-open embrace of her impulse, even if he was just hand to her Gou Gou.

Sad love lies in the fact that it is always difficult to equal. Gou Gou one random hand strength, enough to make the other person to a lifetime of love and expectation.

Xu warm hard closed her eyes, Xu small butterfly shadow once again appeared in her mind, her little chapped lips, a small red face, little body kept twitching ... ... snow, it seems Didi De sob with her voice, she seemed to waving hands, shouting at her sister, sister.

Her heart, as if knives chopped Sang Sang.

Snowy night, in the long alley, Xu warm nowhere to vent their fears and helplessness, like a lost child, waiting for a fate of salvation.

Soki is emerging at this time. He wore a black trench coat, quietly walk in the snowy night, among the snow leopard as a feeding, as elegant and cold.

Xu warm flow of tears has been done, she knew that he more a minute's hesitation, Xu butterfly's illness would worsen one point, if the Kocho really dead, she would never forgive himself. So, she told herself, eyes closed, close your eyes, bravely came with her face who walked over --

She walked almost stumbled in front of Soki, a cold little hand touch has not yet had time to his Yijiao, it was his big hands to hold, and his hand was warm, she thought of southern spring.

Zhuang Yi did not expect this girl will have to stop himself, born to beware of a strong sense of his stretch his body to ward off her hands, his cold little hand holding Nazhi, this cold seems to reveal a great despair, however, He does not care about such despair, his concern is that the hand of the master in the end want to do - in shopping malls Choujia sent pink bomb, or sent by conspirators gentle? Or just an ordinary girl living in the streets.