Begin a one to pull old cactus thorns. Junyi, cactus thorns is the source of life, without it, cactus how to survive. Xin Chen Junyi cry loudly. Junyi on her side, expressionless, like people across the two spaces. Xin Chen cold face hot itching, but she felt no tears.
Xin Chen and Junyi decided to keep things simple wedding, wedding set
For next Sunday. Night Junyi went to the parents to send invitations. At about a small U.S. force to dinner and Lin, Xin morning rush in the kitchen. Winter melon soup slurped his ribs stew steaming, out the window began to strong winds, there are stray cases of Osmanthus fragrans was blown to the edge.
The familiar sound of gently turning
The lock key, Junyi back. His face was gloomy, to squeeze out Jisi smile. Xin Chen know that he fought with his parents. After repeated greetings and forest edge, Junyi, said the family did not drink, I buy. Finished, got up and opened the door, Junyi figure in the door "when" sound slammed shut, and blunt weight and pull off.