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Sorry, I Love You

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  rather the wind, do not go this evening. Ji Yu poetry always ask him to stay.
  I'm sorry. Hui Ling wind always reply, and then take away her gently holding his hand, before leaving, he will often kiss her forehead, say, I love you.
  the dark house, and left her alone. She was barefoot, wearing pajamas, sitting on the carpet crying. Tuck her hands, curled into a ball, like most of the poor by wind and rain kitten bullying. One, two, three. God will be careful to calculate the number of her tears, it? Then, in the Last Judgement Day, let Xu Ning shown with repayment of the wind.
  He thought I would live without him no less than? He thought that I could only belong to him a man? He thought that no one except him love me? Why should he be so reckless to hurt me? Waste of my poor youth? Rain diary century poetry, always leaving one or two drops of tear stains. Each write these words, she can not help crying.
  Ning wind, why do I love you to madness, but you remain indifferent? Why is a woman destined to emotional, men always rational? Or in your heart, I do not insignificant, expendable? You may only when I was a little kid and you just want to, like other successful man needs a wife, but also a lover. I hate you, but why, I still love you.
  century poetry in the two hundred square meters of rain house lost, two hundred square meters of space, the darkness of two hundred square meters, and two hundred square meters of loneliness. She was nineteen years old, she was a girl so young. But she, but rather the wind around the promise to complete the innocent girl to complex woman's transformation. This is perhaps the loneliness of empty, so she frantically count on the wind's embrace Hui Ling, if not against his chest, she will have a sense of floating weightlessness.
  fashion models, flowery Meijuan. She was tall, skinny, pure and enchanting coexist. Clear and bright eyes and water, with one-third of the Hu Mei, and provocative. A magazine that she appears in a decade the city's most beautiful woman. There are many big-name photographer photographed her a lot of pictures. She used to flash around the attachment, used to all the light is concentrated in her feelings. Hui Ling wind just met her, she is already renowned the fashion industry, but he is still a fashion designer unknown nationality nationality. But his pride, his stare at the supermodel pose in front of students reasonable manner, and self-confidence and calm, the rain are so young century poetry light. He carried a crystal goblet at her side, and then said softly Hello. She turned around and saw his look of quiet, ordinary face and mouth confident in radians. She can not help but Yi Zheng said, Hello.
  almost no one will believe this story. Rumors in the eyes above the top of the record would rain a little-known poem even a small designer soft spot. How much fame and fortune of the successful man bowed her good graces, she is dismissive, but ignored the nearly three-year-old has not famous wind so obsessed with Hui Ling.
  he asked her first question is, how old are you? Eighteen, she said. He asked, why not go to college? She smiles, as disdain. However, it seems hazy I do not know how to answer. No one has ever asked her this question. She asked him, how old are you? He says the old you. She asked, then how could you not famous? She thought he would be embarrassed,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but he laughs and says, someday, I will be famous. She hesitated and did not know how to answer. He raised his glass and walked away.
  Hui Ling said the wind is not an empty person. She works from many famous designers rather than the former view, and ultimately in the corner to see a purple linen dress, simple but yet elegant. And that the names of familiar labels, sad hyacinth. Xu Ning wind. She startled by startled,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], on the side of agent that I wear this. Brokers Dengyuan eyes, this? Rain poem, the little-known designers. She laughed and said, I like this one.
  do not know the achievements of the century poetry rain, wind or Hui Ling Hui Ling perfect discipline wind rain poems. When she wearing that blue hyacinth onto the stage, almost all concentrated in a flash of her body. She smiles confidently, that piece linen dress will highlight the most of her body. Since then, Xu Ning's name and works the wind began to appear in fashion magazines.
  go to Paris for Fashion Week, wearing this, right? April primrose. He readily said, pointing to a closet.
  I like to wear this. She picks around, takes out a water blue dress said. Poetry swirling rain.
  He nods, okay. He was always down her, except to stay overnight.
  Ning wind. She sat on his lap, arms around his neck and said softly, after we came back engaged, okay?
  his silence.
  century poetry Mengyi Ban said the rain, we now have it all. I just want to be with you.
  Hui Ling wind gently on her bed, she is still Gouzhao his neck, breathing, such as blue, kiss me.
  he untied her arms and quietly said, I'm sorry.
  century poetry rain bit her lip that you in the end mean?
  Hui Ling said the wind, I have a girlfriend, you know.
  Buyiburao century poetry, said the rain could you do not already married. Besides, what point I can not compare her.
  Hui Ling wind that she accompany me for seven years.
  record rain poems seriously, I can accompany you to seven years.
  Hui Ling wind shook his head and smiles in the end you like me? I'm not high not handsome, nor is it well known.
  century poetry, said the rain, I love you. I do not know. Does it have to be such a reason?
  Hui Ling wind did not answer, he turned to leave before that, am still flying, a good rest.
  Paris that time, she has to fight the Cold War with him, she wanted him to yield, wanted him to apologize. Her in front of him, and many of Paris Fashion Week's celebrity dancing, flirting and a few male model. She clearly nestled in the side of another man not to drink from time to time wandering over the quiet Hui Ling wind. He did not seem jealous, but she saw him with another female model dancing to jealous jealous. Paris Fashion Week, they are still together happily, but never alone. He also helped her choose the most appropriate clothing, she would listen to his advice. Self-confidence in front of people laughing and calm. People always said the boy most romantic in Paris, also the most gentle. Century poetry, but the rain only to find that although said not leave, but no one can heal her inner pain.
  back from Paris, she still ignored him. She said to herself, if the week, he ignored her, she decided to completely forget him. One day, two or three days. She was nervous waiting for his phone, every time the doorbell rang she would not wait to open the door, but not his time. Century poetry, after all, a girl rain, no matter how she starry, but still simple. The last day of the night, she was so restless, she looked at his watch, if not before the nine o'clock his telephone, and she hit him. Half an hour later, the phone rang. Hui Ling is the wind. She suppressed undulating voice, pretending nothing happened to ask him, what happened? He told her to ask her to attend his wedding. Century poetry stared rain, without saying anything. Over the phone, Xu Ning said the wind is still calm time and place. She felt wet and warm prescribe the spread of the cheek. She still pretend nothing had happened, said with a smile Well, congratulations. I must go.
  wind in Hui Ling's wedding, she drank a lot of wine. Drink not know how she finally returned home. She is happy just to see the bride holding the arm of the wind Hui Ling, crescent-like eyes lovingly. She was jealous of her, she felt that the arm is the arm of the wind Xu Ning, the priests exchanged rings and vows before the woman. Later, she could only remember her drink, Xu Ning wind sent her a house. She hugged him, crying splinters. She asked him, why do this to me? Hui Ling said the wind is calm, you are drunk. She asked him, I did not do her temperament? I did not she beautiful? I did not she young? Or, do you think I love you without her. He did not speak, she just cried, and then need something messy one place.
  she did for him extricate it? She even made her the most was the most despicable character, lover. She was so eager for his love. To him, she can refuse contact with other men, to him, and his wife, she can use the same perfume, so the wind will not be his wife Xu Ning doubt. Who is so humble. Particularly in love before.
  rather the wind, do not go. She took his hand again.
  He still smiled and untied her struggle, I'm sorry.
  she blame him, why he was so rational, why he does not possess her completely, why his body did not point to her desire? Once again, she cried in the diary was written, why do not you rape me? She did not expect to actually say so. She hated his own humble, hate your weakness.
  A year later, a French boy models where Victor came to her company, made a top manager. He likes to record the rain poetry, he was young, handsome, vibrant. He will say Britain, France, Italy and Japan in five languages. However, he told her in broken Chinese, I love you. She has not touched, but smiled. My name is Pan Wenwen
 . A young woman of the century oval rain poems smile, when she sat beside Hui Ling wind, rain poems and Victor Chi opposite. She though not beautiful, but gentle enough, people feel like the winter sun shines on the body. Ji smiled rain poems, took Victor's hand and said, hello. I Ji rain poetry. Young woman with a dipping tone of worship and even envy, I often see in magazines and on television you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Ji Hui Ling rain poems are wandering over the wind, and chuckle a bit, right?
  her and he is still tangled. He told her he could not give her anything, even a promise. He loved her. However, he does not. She smiled and said he would. After all, she was still young, she has a lot a lot of youth nowhere placement. Victor Before leaving China, he embraced the century poem about the rain, she cried and he said I'm sorry. Victor has smiled, said in broken English, does not matter, I love you. Him go. He told her that you love someone, it is necessary to fight, or to watch much. She still waited at the Hui Ling wind around, he would hold her, for her to design more beautiful clothes.
  until one day, the wind left the company Hui Ling, and his wife went to Vancouver. She hated him, why did he even do not want charity so little love to her. He gave her no dignity. She could not part with Sipilailian to Vancouver to go. Hui Ling Fong left that night, she cried a very tough battle. She stood before the window, watching the two blocks outside of a dark window. She was to him before leaving the magnificent villas, not far not near him in his place. Ning wind, do not go. She was always so to retain him. However, each time, will be disappointed. And she has no opportunity to say this.
  month later, she left the company. Completely abandoned the model's career. She went to college, though two years late. She still remembers the first time the wind Hui Ling saw him say, Why do not you go to college? If the time she was obedient to go to college, is not it will avoid a lot of pain? From the library to study room to go far, Lemaire thousand to go further, and record rain poems to go more than two thousand eight hundred steps. If two people walk together, may take three thousand steps. If he appears too late, he clean, sunlight, and knowledgeable. Hui Ling He seems to be a combination of wind and Victor, but less of their fame. But the record rain poems that, Lemaire famous sooner or later.
  Do you know what kind of clothes I like? Backpack slung century poetry rain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], walking asked.
  I guess, what reward? Lemaire smiled and asked her.
  century poetry, said the rain, it rewards you bought me this dress.
  Lemaire laughed, this, too, reward?
  snorted century poetry, said the rain, how, to buy something beautiful, do not reward?
  Lemaire said, that I said standard, and you are not allowed to be denied.
  century poetry rain nodded.
  Lemaire laughed, the wedding dress.
  Yi Zheng Ji Yu poetry, lost laughs, you say?
  Lemaire said, is the wedding. You want to get married.
  hum century nonsense poem rain.
  Lemaire laughed, and you can not fool me. I know that once you are a person.
  Three years later, she put Lemaire bought her wedding dress. As expected, Lemaire really become famous. His young age, has published several books on love stories. Moreover, opened his own studio. He bought her wedding dress, but do not marry him. Because, Lemaire always knew, she was hidden in another.
  Hello,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my name is Pan Wenwen. This gentle introduction to sound familiar. Yes, four years ago, there was such a woman said to her, when she also claimed to be the wife of Xu Ning wind. She also appeared in front of her, but now, she has become noble, and more mature. Ji Yu poetry laughs and says, hello. Two men in love with a woman sitting in the corner coffee shop relative.
  I do not think you should have to drop everything and read.
  lot of things are unexpected.
  This time I came because.
  what?
  Ning wind.
  Ning wind? This is a strange but familiar in the ears, the name in mind, once again jumped out from her mouth. She Yizheng.
  he died. Pan Wenwen calm smile, but his eyes conceal grief.
  what? Ji Yu poetry can not help but speechless, this is a joke of God it? Words that are made of glass, broken into thousand pieces, all fell on her scarred heart.
  a car accident. Panwen Wen said. He insisted in the hospital for two days, results, or leave.
  him dead? For a time, her feelings of nowhere all sustenance, the mind of the dam that will burst like.
  He asked me to give this to you. Pan Wenwen out an album, put her hands. He painted about five years.
  five years? Is not that they know the time? Ji Yu poetry took pictures, stared, without saying anything.
  Panwen Wen said, in fact, when I first saw you, I know you like the wind rather, he likes you.
  century poetry rain shook his head, but he chose you.
  Panwen Wen said, sometimes you choose is not your favorite. Do not you know?
  century poetry nodded rain, I know.
  Pan Wenwen got up, picked up the bag said, I wish you happiness.
  record rain poems afford to sit there, open the book, page after page, her mouth and do not know pleasure or pain, tears dripping down my face, a graceful wet paper, wet a beautiful handwriting. Tall and skinny that a beautiful woman, is the record rain poetry. And every one of her dressed in a beautiful dress. From the first to the last one, all the different wedding dress she wore. The first day is the day they meet, and the last one, but in the last month.
  rather the wind, do not go. She kept to retain him. He only said, I'm sorry, I love you.
  She telephoned Lemaire said, Muhua, we get married.
  Lemaire said, yes.
  century poetry, said the rain, but I want you to send me fifty-four dress. I have to design style.
  Lemaire said, good. I love you.
  century poetry rain hung up the phone, closed the book.
  rather the wind, I is not got you in this life. We can only abandon the people we love. I'm sorry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I love you.

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