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I'm asking you, what's Miss's name?" Max asked.
When he just came back from abroad, he didn't know that the woman in front of him was famous all over the city.
"I said my name is Max." Tears flowed down from Max's eyes. It seemed that the scene of that year had appeared in front of him. The humble and beautiful man smiled and asked him, "Are you asking me? Is it Max, who has a Martin family in the south and can't stop thinking about it?"
Shawn looked at Stars Entertainment behind her and said the same words as before, "Good name. 'There are wandering girls in Han, and you can't think of them. Miss is as admirable as a poem. My surname is Molly, and I'm as white as jade. I'm born with four symbols. May we get to know each other, Miss?"
Max choked with sobs and said her lines from that year, "My... honor."
Under the dim and warm light on the balcony, their figures turned into a silhouette, harmonious and like a painting.
Max lowered her head and kissed the hair on her head. She said what she owed her more than 20 years ago, "I'm sorry. I've given you bad memories over the past 20 years."
Hot tears welled up in Max's eyes, which were stained with some eye lines that had accumulated over the years.
"You haven't changed. You're still the same Max from back then." Max looked down guiltily. She unconsciously tightened her grip on Max's fingers and said something that he had never dared to say "I, I'm still the same as the me from back then. I still feel that I'm lucky to be able to marry you."
Max lowered his teary eyes.
"Even though it's an extravagant request, perhaps I don't have the face to ask any more questions, but I still want to ask." Natasha pursed his lips tightly and loosened them. His voice was a little off. "Can you forget all the unhappy things you've experienced over the past few years and return to your original state?"
It was not that he was arrogant, not that he didn't admit his mistake, but that he was humble!
He felt that he was not qualified to be forgiven by his wife again!
This is a kind of weakness that a man doesn't dare to show...
Max opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his words were choked in his throat. Tears flowed from his cheeks and the corners of his mouth, bitter and salty.
Her tears kissed the faint lines of time on her face. She smiled, and her face, which had been burned by tears, became hotter. However, she felt warm in her heart, as if she had been abandoned for many years. The spring breeze caressed her, and the spring flowers bloomed...
She raised her stiff hand and patted Max's hand on her shoulder. Max lowered her head, and hot tears dripped from his face and onto the back of her hand.
Yes, they were husband and wife for thirty years, so there was no need to say anything at this time.
Everything was in silence.
They still loved each other.
As long as this love did not disappear, everything could be started again.
Italy, the capital of Italy.
The Holy Mother Church, which was located outside of the Tai Bo River, was also one of the oldest churches in Rome. However, the most ancient things often experienced the changes and changes of many eras, witnessing the changes of eras one after another. Whether it was the political affairs that were surging or the love story that had been passed down for hundreds of years, it was like an old man who symbolized time, looking at the countless people and things in front of it with a kind and mysterious smile.
Nan Gong was sitting on a row of seats in the back hall of the church. The gorgeous and complicated murals around her made her look like a goddess in an oil painting. The beautiful figure in the holy scripture had curly hair behind her back, and blue eyes were like the sea.
In front of him was a statue of a saint sitting on a throne. Her expression was serene and peaceful.
"Is marriage the grave of love..." Nan Gong smiled and thought of this widely spread sentence, but there was no sigh in her words. On the contrary, she wanted to verify it again.
That was because she knew that as long as she opened her mouth, Clark would definitely come.
That man was like this. Others treated her as a black widow, but before they died, her husband did not avenge the destroyed family. However, he treated her as a treasure and always wanted to dote on her. But he did not know that she only treated him as a stone.
Once a city wall collapsed, no one would pay attention to it because of the soil covering it. Occasionally, it would be trampled on by someone.
He actually wanted to pick her up and give her to him as a treasure.
If the marriage was a grave, there would be a grave that could put her, a broken stone, in it. Thinking about it carefully, it must be a happy one, right?
In the past, she didn't want to get Jin into trouble. But recently, when she came to this church with a aunt of the Nangong family, she listened to the poem here and looked at this church that had experienced several worlds. Her mood became very calm and she began to believe in the beauty of this world.
"It's all up to fate." An old woman's voice came from behind him.
Nan Gong stood up with a smile. "Aunt rage, are you praying for the end?"
A slightly fat woman in a gray dress came over. Her brown hair was tied up simply, and she looked calm.
A few years ago, this woman was one of the noble ladies of the Nangong family. She was a respected woman in the upper class. As soon as the Nangong family declined, all the people in the family rose from the lowest level to ordinary civilians. Some of them were still in debt.
The woman named climba was Nangong's elder. The Nangong family did not fall behind her and became a loyal believer.
She nodded and continued, "I heard that this is a famous saying in the East. I think it's right and I'm very happy. The decline of the Nangong family is not your fault. If Yen is a devil, it is also a disaster for our Nangong family for several generations. He just brought the will of a loving saint."
Nan Gong opened her mouth and couldn't say anything.
It was a good thing for Aunt to be so open- minded.
injuriesa smiled. "I'm so happy. You're still young. You should have your own happiness."
Nan Gong thought for a while, nodded, and turned to look at the statue of the Holy Mother on the throne. "I told him that if he asks me for another marriage, I will marry him."
"That's great. I believe he will come. If he loves you."
"If marriage is a grave of love, I want it too."
Nan Gong smiled slightly, and there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes that had been silent for a long time. "Because I don't want to die without a burial place."
So what if it was a grave?
"No, child." climba held her face lovingly and kissed her forehead. "The person you love in your heart can live forever."
"But I'm worried." Nangong was very grateful that this aunt could bless him. Her voice was a little trembling. "I'm afraid that other relatives will not bless him and me. After all, he and Aman..."
"Shh." rage put his finger in front of her lips and said to her, "Love doesn't matter country or race. Don't take the responsibility of the family into your love. The decline of the Nangong family is not because of him. The relatives will slowly understand and accept it."
Nan Gong felt a little sour in her nose. His eyes also became hot.
She nodded with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Aunt..."
Nangong, you have to understand that you are the last person in the master's family." rage said. "If something happens to you, our family members will never be able to forget you. As long as you are here, hope is there. As long as you can find happiness and become a family, we will be able to rest assured."
"Aunt Alla..." Nangong's heart was filled with warmth. She was very touched by the blessings of her family.
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