Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Thinking about her suicide in front of him, he was indifferent.

Her heart, slow, heavy.

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Put you in your heart and put your hands together.

Silently begging for heaven to guide me in the direction.

Do not ask for long days, only to be with you.

Tired of being drunk and gentle, sang gently by Sanskrit.

I have spent my whole life feeding you.

Just wait for you to stop and look around.

Give me infinite love, and the power of being loved, so that I can feel at ease under the Bodhi, quiet idea--

The lyrics correspond to her love for Gu Xiao.

Once, she didn't ask him to love her as much as she loved him.

She only yearned, and he gave her a little warmth, not so cold.

She does not want to be with him all her life, but only the life she lived, and he can watch over her beside her.

She loved him like a moth. She's willing to use her life to feed him with love.

But now she's ending up...

Singing, Huang Ling couldn't help but tears in his eyes.

She had a slightly dull voice, like the voice of the deceased singer Assan.

She sang this song more sad than the original song, with a deep sorrow.

She experienced it herself, singing more emotionally, singing a slightly dull song, more sad.

Her eyes, with tears, gleamed like crystals under the lights of the stage.

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I have spent my whole life feeding you.

There are too many troubles in the world to forget.

Floating you in the bitter sea, the way it used to be.

Turning back, it was already red and dusty.

By the end of the sentence, she recalled on the rooftop of Pastoral Ancient, her conversation with Gu Zheng.

[Can you tell me the truth, you married me because you liked me?

[Yes.]

[Do you treat her well with ingredients that are good to me?

[Yes.]

……

Thinking of this, Huang Ling's heart suddenly hurts, tears like a shooting embankment, can't help but flow down.

She seemed completely trapped in her world and shocked not to see the audience downstage.

If you look at their faces, you can see that they were shocked by her singing, and their input.

She's the one with the story!

Mobson held the glass finger tightly and seemed to want to shake the glass.

She was sad and heartbroken.

It's not the first time he's seen her so sad.

A worry-free manor, fainted on the road, tears in silence at the restaurant tonight, now singing until crying--

Mobson thinks it's not as simple as breaking a heart.

She was in pain, telling him directly that she was a storyteller, not just a heartbreaker.

“I'm sorry.” Until the end of the music, Huang Ling, sad to apologize, “made you laugh. ”

“Okay!” Prince Wu took the lead in clapping.

His applause, along with his friends and guests.

Even the manager was surprised by Huang Ling's singing, and infected by her sadness.

“Sing another song!” Prince Wu shouts: “Keep singing! ”

“Keep singing!” His friends followed him.

Huang Ling is a little embarrassed, she can only sing this song, other songs, will forget the word runner.

Moreover, she is in a very heavy mood and not in the mood to sing at all.

“Sorry, I can't sing another song.” Huang Ling said.

“You can't just sing one song and get off the stage, can you? Go on!" Prince Wu only thinks her singing is dull and beautiful. He wants to hear it.

“She doesn't sing, I sing.” Mobson got up suddenly.