mountain moonlight

If you don't mind, I actually have a lot of dirty stuff myself.

I'm not a good girl, I know that.

But if my parents have read my novels recently, will they know my secret?

It doesn't matter, who cares about those trivial things?

Who cares if his sincerity is trampled underfoot and ruthlessly ridiculed.

Said: "That's how you feel about me."

Who would care about looking for him in such a hot-headed manner as Zhang Huihun protecting Full Po behind him.

What will result in the blame from the people around you and the incomprehension from your family?

I only care about whether I regret it!

I only care about how happy, how looking forward, and how happy I feel when I make a decision and put it into action.

I really want to know whether this world, like the world of my novels, is being written by me to have its own destiny.

Otherwise, why would I fall in love again and again, and step into the abyss again and again.

But you said, if Zhang Huihun knew that the body of Full Po lived my soul. How would he feel?

He may only like her energetic body, not her soul.

Full of soul, mutated ruby ​​three-eyed python. As his wife, she is a bit arrogant and a bit pretentious at the same time. This is my impression of Engenpo when I played Hoshino.

Zhang Huihun was beaten several times by Enranpo before, but he got much better after I changed the opening remarks.

They were a young couple who started to get tired of each other after the third round of quarreling. Sometimes I envy them. Although compared to Hua Mengning and Sheng Hua Xie, Hua Meng Ning and Sheng Hua Xie are obviously more interesting.

I really like Hua Mengning's unruly look with cold eyes, no desires and no distracting thoughts. But he also has a soft heart, and he will be moved every time he sees Sheng Huajie's clear eyes.

It seems that because I failed to win a contract for this novel, I don’t have much motivation to update it. But he is like a naughty and unfulfilled child of mine. The less I want to think about him, the more I keep mentioning him over and over in my mind.

Tonight, an earth-shattering thing happened at my house. My mother helped my sister change the water for the small fish and accidentally scalded the small fish to death with hot water.

When I mentioned this incident afterwards, my mother was still able to respond to the process with a bright smile. I feel very surprised. This is also a living life. How can it be treated as lightly as scalding dried fish?

Is this what you call an adult? How sad would I be if this happened to my little turtle?

It seemed to me just a toy to pass the time, but I saw him go from a gadget that was struggling crazily in his hands to a gadget that he was playing with casually.

I have to admit that I entrusted all my remaining emotions to it.

It is no longer a plaything to me, no longer a pet, it is even more than a family member. Five dollars has become my spiritual sustenance.

The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is to see if my five dollars is still alive.

I particularly like your long dress today and how calm you kept your smile in the noisy crowd. I watched another movie that has been mentioned many times, and it was endless as far as the eye could see. The colorful world is so clear in my fog, their black and white hearts. What should be abandoned.