Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Sitting on the bed, his fingers opened slightly. It was a small iron box. The iron box opened. Inside were sheets of torn paper. Many are not sticky. These are not sticky or easy to find. It takes a lot of effort and time.

It is hard to imagine that when these pieces of shredded paper are like jigsaw puzzles, it is his busy man who searches little by little, collages, and then sticks together.

He took out a picture of a man, who had perfect and handsome facial features, and his lips rose slightly, as if laughing, a little helpless smile, or even making fun.

He put his fingers on his lips, and he couldn't touch the arc between his lips at all. Was he really laughing? And he really can't remember.

He let out a sigh of relief, took out the pieces of paper one by one, and put them on his lap. In order to find the same, he also wanted to know what kind of expression he still has. What he didn't know.

This was left by the woman, and he shredded it himself. He wanted to throw it away, but, I do n’t know why, I ca n’t bear it, and even treat these things like waste paper as treasures. Personal collection.

He focused on finding the pieces that could be stuck together, but he didn't find it. The woman beside him had opened his eyes, and those pairs were originally with gentle beautiful eyes. At this time, he began to narrow his eyes, It's called jealousy.

Is his heart on her? Will it be on a woman? Or maybe his heart is still in his chest.

Instead of giving this pile of paper.

She was jealous of madness and jealous of dying. She lowered her eyes and grasped the quilt with her fingers. She could not wait to break the quilt.

Pretending to be sideways, she closed her eyes tightly. Four years have passed, and four years have passed. Li, tell you, where is your heart and where is it? You did n’t give it to me, then you said, you said, who did you give to, who?

She put her hand on her lower abdomen. Here, I don't know if there will be a child today. If you want to use a child to maintain the relationship between you and the marriage, is it really too sad? Now, she doesn't want this kind of life, but she can't help it, child, she must be pregnant.

The moon is bright and the night is dark.

It seems that many people will feel sleepless, but more people sleep in dreamland, where there is joy and anger, there will be dreams, but in the end, there is nothing.

Xiaoyudian snuggled up to her mother. She still held her baby in her arms. Xia Ruoxin just touched her daughter's pink face and smiled to encourage her. outside."

Xiaoyu blinked his eyes, tears were hanging on the long eyelashes, and then he held Xia Ruoxin's neck tightly.

"Mom, does it really only hurt?" She shrank into Xia Ruoxin's arms, because she was in pain and she would cry.

"Well, I believe mother, mother never lied to Xiaoyudian, it really only hurts for a while," Xia Ruo touched her daughter's hair and lied to her, she held back the tears that were about to catch her eyes.

How can she bear this, she is only three years old.