From these light purple marks, it can be seen that the person's gentleness, even so, did not hurt her, although she did not do anything. Chu Zimo remembered a sentence he once read on the Internet, if you are not touched

Lying in a man's arms, but he doesn't want you, it means that this man is either not good enough or loves you too much.

Obviously, Chu Zimo felt the hot and hard feeling that kept poking her lower abdomen, so did he love her?

She raised her head and let the water column wash her body. She didn't want to believe that the tearing damage at the time was not enough. The scene that was still clear now was recalled over and over in her mind.

----This is the dividing line of memories----

"Mu Junlin, I give you two roads, one is to follow me, the other is..." Chu Zimo played with the small and exquisite pistol in his hand, pointed it at the center of Mu Junlin's eyebrows, his words were joking, but there was a hint of laughter in his eyes.

serious.

"Stop making trouble! I won't like you, not before and never in the future!" Mu Junlin took a step forward and looked deeply at Chu Zimo, letting the cold, dark gun muzzle press against his eyebrows.

Shaking his body, Chu Zimo stared at Mu Junlin fiercely, "You will regret it, you will regret it!" He dropped the gun and turned around without looking back. Even if she loved him, she still had the last dignity.

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The silver gun fell to the ground and made a dull sound. After a long time, Mu Junlin bent down and picked up the silver gun on the ground. It was an eighteen-year-old gift he gave her.

-----This is the dividing line where Mu Junlin is very sad and regretful------

She originally thought that Mu Junlin would keep her and continue to play his bully character, but what she didn't expect was that when she got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, Mu Junlin still looked the same as when she entered the bathroom, with lowered eyelashes covering all the eyes.

His expression calmed down.

Mu Junlin didn't say a word or look at her again until he opened the door and walked out. After closing the door and turning his back to the door, Chu Zimo closed his flickering eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, and clenched his fists.

, it’s time for her to start over, after all, people can’t always live in the past.

She subconsciously thought that Mu Junlin's silence was a sign of letting go. Thinking of that lonely figure, she smiled slightly. She didn't know whether she felt bitterness or relief, or a combination of both.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the familiar big sticker of Stitch on the door opposite. She thought she had seen it wrong, so she moved closer. There was a small scratch on it. She had accidentally scratched it with her fingernail when she applied it.

Arrived.

Taking out the room card and entering the door, Chu Zimo had no expression on her face, but her heart was extremely turbulent. She didn't know what Mu Junlin's purpose was.

As early as four years ago, Mu Jun came to her, it was already in the past.

Everyone has a youthful and frivolous past. At that time, we could get whatever we wanted without any scruples, say whatever we wanted, and love someone no matter who they were, their age, or their age.

Identity, love is love. Even if I am hurt, tortured, and rejected, I have never regretted the years of pursuit. I also have it.

-Excerpted from Chu Zimo’s diary in Italy.

After that day, Chu Zimo never met Mu Junlin again, and the room opposite was never opened again. It seemed that this man had never appeared. If it was really related to his existence, it was on that day
Chapter completed!