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, I did something wrong. "

"That's all... in the past." Jiang Luo stroked her smooth hair, pressed her deeply into his arms, and rubbed her ears together. After many efforts, her body was ignited. In order to cure all the sex, she tried to pass the sex to Du Nasha, so that the two fell into it together and eliminated all doubts.She rubbed the pinna of Du Nasha's ears with her moist breath, and whispered touching words: "I'm thinking about you now, and I only think about you."

She held Dunasa in her arms, looked at the last street lamp, and hoped that it would no longer cast shadows of the lovers.This street lamp has been in disrepair for a long time. Since the past few days, it seems to be broken. It turns on and off, but it still hangs.Extinguish it, quickly extinguish it, Jiang Luo prayed in his heart, only in the dark can lovers reunite.She waited impatiently, waiting, and finally, the light bulb flickered, the dim yellow light was swallowed by the darkness, and it never came on again.Jiang Luo was encouraged, and immediately put his lips close to Du Nasha's cold lips, and they kissed desperately in the dark and silent autumn night.The street lights won't turn on, and the love won't end.

Those past things have passed, and the obsession with Lin Luxing has passed. In a few days, Lin Luxing will leave this land. They will always escape, from her shadow, from the dreamlike imprisonment ...

"It's nothing. It's all over." When the two parted, Du Nasha looked a little better. She waved her hand and said this to Jiang Luo, then turned and set foot on the way home.

Jiang Luo recalled her voice, her breath, and returned home alone.She could feel that a new love was gradually pouring into her heart, slowly healing the old scars.She happily walked into the house, took off her shoes, and went to sit on the balcony without turning on the light.The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came from the evening wind. This is an extremely beautiful and clear autumn night.Because of the excitement, Jiang Luo was still unable to fall asleep, hugged her knees, and sat by the window looking at the moon. However, the sadness of the sleepless nights in the past was all swept away, and now her chest was full of hope, and she couldn't wait to see the moon. A beautiful fantasy about the future unfolded.She firmly believes that she and Du Nasha will definitely go on, and they still have endless time.

In this way, until twelve o'clock, she still did not fall asleep, and decided to go out for a walk according to her old habit.When she went out, she remembered that the first meeting with Du Nasha happened in such a situation, she couldn't help smiling silently, her heart was full of sweetness.Jiang Luo briskly walked out of the unit building, walked through their respective paths, and came to the boulevard where the last street light was extinguished. The scene a few hours ago was vivid in his memory.She didn't have time to revisit it, and then, a scene that she couldn't even imagine in her dreams suddenly jumped out of the night.When Jiang Luo opened her eyes wide and saw the road clearly, she stopped abruptly, and the expression on her face changed.In front of her, there was an unbelievable, hellish tragedy.Not far away, there was a long shadow, frighteningly swaying under the moonlight, casting on Jiang Luo's face.At the end of the shadow, she saw a human figure hanging in the air, short and very petite, with its head hanging down to the ground, like an abandoned puppet, hanging by a rope under the extinguished and crumbling street lamp.The surrounding tree shadows staggered and cast on her body, making her look like a spider hanging in the web, waiting for the prey there. The street lamp she lived in was old and overwhelmed, and might collapse at any time. Whenever the wind blows, the base makes a creaking sound.The rope hanging around her neck was also swaying in the wind, like a ghostly hand waving constantly, tempting Jiang Luo to come forward.

Severe convulsions quickly spread throughout Jiang Luo's body, and her legs and feet began to be uncontrollable. She managed to move two steps, and saw the features that could make her identify Du Nasha: in the dead's fluttering curly hair, a The pale and slender hands hang down weakly. The newly-made nails were accompanied by Jiang Luo to the nail salon two days ago. Under the illumination of the moon, they glow faintly in the dark night, like some falling, beautiful pieces of stained glass.