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Tonight I spit on her grave

author:Yuji Nanaya grocery store

Looking at the time, it was 10:56 p.m.

A sudden surge of sorrow welled up in my heart, and it was she who had come again.

This man who is already dead.

The woman who killed my child, is she blind?

I could feel her defiance of me, as if she looked down on me.

I've lost everything, what else do I want?

I feel a little helpless, and I also want a place to vent my grievances and unwillingness.

Looking back at the cup at the head of the bed, I swallowed the ice water inside, saying that I wanted you to drink hot water, and that the cup I bought for you was for you to drink hot water.

I heard her growling again, and the tears suddenly came again.

You're fucking dead, why are you still here to care about me? Do you want to see me cry for you again? Want to see my again? I am also the person you once loved! I am also the one you say you will never abandon!

Why don't you leave room for the rest of your life to perpetuate the happiness we deserve?

Now I can't even see the shadow, I can't touch it. I can't even try to stroke your hair gently, but you can see me whenever you want to, insult me if you want, make me miserable if you want to, and do nothing about it.

I gasped feebly and told her it was time to go back and rest, that we were now people of two worlds.

My stupid voice is still so good.

She said quietly there.

I'll send you back.

She said Zhanjiang was good, I said it should be good.

She was gone, without the slightest fluctuation of the wind.

In the distance came the sea of Huizhou and did not go to see it.

Nothing to see.

I murmured.

……

The sea of Zhanjiang has a good look at the moon

I suddenly remembered what she had said: The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky.

The person in front of you is the sweetheart, and the next sentence follows the mouth.

I suddenly started to miss it again.

The person in front of me was her sweetheart, and when I opened the door, I heard her voice again.

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