Chapter 569
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The porcelain doll landed heavily on the ground with a sharp and crisp "Pa la" sound. It shattered into pieces, and the tiny pieces bounced far away.
Qiao Anhao stood stiffly on the spot, her hands frozen in the position of holding the porcelain doll. After half a minute, she finally understood what she had done. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly crouched on the ground. She stared at the fragments of different sizes on the ground, panicking to the point of not knowing what to do.
Her fingers trembled for a long while, before she hurriedly reached out to pick up the pieces one by one, trying to piece them back together.
The porcelain pieces were shattered so badly that Qiao Anhao couldn't tell which part was which. She accidentally cut her fingers with a sharp edge, causing blood to seep out. However, she didn't seem to feel the pain, and continued to pick up the pieces. When she picked up the largest piece of porcelain, she saw a hard plastic tube with a rolled up piece of paper in it.
Qiao Anhao furrowed her brows, and subconsciously picked it up, pulling out the paper inside.
The paper was good, on the hard side. The moment she pulled it out, it automatically unfolded. Qiao Anhao saw that it was actually filled with densely packed words.
Qiao Anhao recognized his handwriting with one glance. It was bold and vigorous, as smooth as the floating clouds and flowing water.
"The first year, we met for the first time. The white top and blue skirt school uniform, the gentle autumn wind, the pink bicycle, and her blushing face.
"The second year, the most beautiful thing wasn't the rainy day, but the roof we hid under together.
"The third year, he left half of the math paper blank, just to be her classmate.
"The fourth year, he gave her her first birthday present, a letter carved on the back that she didn't know if she had noticed: Shmily.
"The fifth year, he gave up his dream of going to A University, gave up his ordinary and stable life plans, and went to Hangzhou for her."
When Qiao Anhao read up to this point, she seemed to understand something. The hand holding the paper started to tremble slightly, and her eyes started to mist up uncontrollably.
"The sixth year, she accidentally approached me, and I smelled the faint fragrance of her hair, causing me to lose sleep for an entire night.
In the seventh year, he rejected a chance to make a meteoric rise for her.
In the eighth year, he spent a night with her and kissed her for the first time. In the same year, he took the first prize that symbolized success and rushed to Beijing overnight in exchange for the news that she was engaged to someone else.
In the ninth year, I learned to smoke because of her. I smoked for a whole night and got drunk. I hid in my room and cried for her the whole night. "
A teardrop slowly fell on the paper, wetting the dry pen, and a black halo spread out.
"In the tenth year, I secretly hid in a corner and watched her back many times.
In the eleventh year, I've seen thousands and thousands of different girls, and I can't help but compare them to her. She's always the best. "
The twelfth year, silently a person, sad her sad, happy her happiness.
In the thirteenth year, I did the one thing that I would never regret in my life and reunited with her. "
Qiao Anhao bit down hard on her lower lip, her tears falling even more fiercely.
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