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Frozen in place, before he realized it, before he made a rational judgment, Alfonso Cuarón had tears in his eyes, and the surging tears completely blurred his vision, leaving only a dazed and stunned, shocking emotion. There are ripples in the water halo.
He knows, he finally knows now, the relationship between Ryan and his younger brother, the estrangement between Ryan and his family, the dependence between Ryan and his dreams, the regret between Ryan and his younger brother and children... From getting rid of social attributes to returning to social attributes, from above life to returning to the origin of life, on the road of chasing the truth, after going around a big circle, finally returning to the original point again.
It’s like... it’s like a mortal has transformed into a superman, possessing the power of a god-like deity, dominating and creating life; but after re-understanding, I realized again that the existence of super-divine power itself also comes from life, so, Completed the second transformation again, once again returned to the starting point of a mortal, and saw a completely different new world.
Survival and death, rebirth and destruction, life and nature, mortals and gods, reason and emotion.
Everything is both the starting point and the ending point. The beginning and the end are connected to complete a circle. After going round and round, it still traces back to the origin. It seems that it is still the starting point, but the whole world is already in the vicissitudes of life. The mountain is still the mountain, but it is no longer the mountain; the water is still the water, but it is no longer the piece of water.
This is very complicated, this is very profound, this is very philosophical, this is very convoluted; but this is also very simple, this is also very straightforward, this is also very deep, this is also very clear, everything is rooted in the depths of the soul , Never disappeared, never changed, just waiting for human exploration and pursuit.
Some people have not realized its existence in their entire lives; some people have not been able to reach the end after their tireless pursuits; others have completed sublimation and transformation in an instant. Open the door to a whole new world.
At this moment, Ryan realized it; and at this moment, Alfonso really saw the true power
It is not a performance, interpretation, or deduction, but real power. The baptism in the depths of the soul is like a downpour, venting violently, and the whole person can't help but start to tremble, it is excitement, yes Fear is also worship.
At this moment, Alfonso really understands how huge, cumbersome, and difficult Renly’s work is. With a smile between his gestures, he can easily control the atmosphere of the audience, not to mention other actors or audiences. , Even the director's mind could not help but be immersed in it.
God. Oh God.
...
Ryan's whole body movements were so stiff, and his expression froze in an instant. There was no change at all, but he tried his best to suppress and control, tears still permeated outside, one after another, crystal clear water droplets. The dark brown eyes were quietly blurred, which was heartbreaking.
He remained motionless like this, lest he move a little bit, he would completely fall apart and disappear into ashes.
"You hold a baby, don't you?" Ryan asked softly, immersed in the baby's cry, joy overflowing from the depths of his eyes. Not a smile, but joy and happiness, quietly flowing with a touch of spring/light, like hot spring water, gurgling, scorching hot, making people melt little by little.
This is not the Ryan Stone that people are familiar with. Not the frosty and unsmiling Ryan, nor the Ryan who is still trying to save his teammates when his life is dying, nor the idiot-style Ryan who knows nothing outside of his professional knowledge. The tenderness and warmth in his eyes. , It seems that this iceberg is slowly melting.
"Are you singing a lullaby?" Ryan said again, without a response, but he didn't care either. Instead, he unconsciously hummed softly. The fragmented notes couldn't be put together at all, just choked deep in his throat. Roll slowly. "That's so sweet," he said softly.
Unknowingly, his smile rose again, "You know what? I used to sing a lullaby to my brother." Ryan's voice was sinking slowly, revealing a trace of hoarseness, and tears filled his eyes again. "But... we haven't had a conversation for a long, long time." Then, Ryan tilted his head slightly and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's not his fault, he has been working hard..."
The ending sound slowly dragged on, without the following, but the sadness and sighs in the eyes could not be understood anymore, and the bitterness of regret could be faintly tasted, and it stabbed the heart and penetrated into the bone marrow in an instant.
Ryan did not continue to speak, but just listened quietly, the screaming cry, the low lullaby, the melodious tune, light and gentle, unfamiliar tunes, and unfamiliar languages, but they did not have the slightest influence. , Just let the tight and fierce facial lines gradually soften, all the sharpness and all the defenses were removed, and they returned to the most primitive red fruit appearance.
"You said, can I still see him?" Ryan whispered softly, and the vague words collided between his lips and teeth, and he disappeared before he could finish speaking.
...
Staring quietly at those dark brown eyes, calm and calm, it seems that there is no wave, just immersed in the thoughtful emotions, but Rooney read the delicate changes between the eyebrows, sad and desperate. , Bitterness and pain, struggle and torture, all the complexity and cumbersomeness are slowly dissipating, returning to a state of peace without joy or sorrow.
Then she knew that he decided to give up. Giving up the hope of survival, giving up the possibility of resistance, giving up the struggling effort, so he accepted his fate frankly, opened his arms, and embraced the **** of death. She knew that he was ready to die, just like the moment Alex released the clasp.
However, Alex is a critical momentary decision. It seems to be just an instinctive action. Hope is cut off between the sparks and flints. The severe pain is only a moment, even because of the adrenaline burst in the critical moment. It had to pause slowly, and it was over without time to experience it.
Ryan is an extremely long process. After struggling again and again for a long time, I escaped from birth smoothly, and I suddenly fell into the ice cave at the moment when hope was born; then I suffered torture, cut all the ropes of hope bit by bit, and crushed it bit by bit. His inner defense attacked all the fragility to pieces.
Not only was it painful, but it was so long and cruel that it was almost impossible to keep watching.
But Rooney still opened her eyes, savoring the torment and torment of this moment, and feeling the performance of this moment, profound and magnificent, making every audience feel the same.
I heard the sound of wiping away tears silently, and the choking sound of strong suppression. The depressed pain and pain were amplified to the extreme at this moment, which made people unbearable.
...
Ryan let out a sigh of relief, and if the curvature of the corner of his mouth rose up as if there was no ground, then without extra pause and preparation, he moved again, started turning off the lighting, turning off the power, and finally...turning off the oxygen.
The whole movement was completed in one go, just a short pause before turning off the oxygen, without too much struggle, and then the movement was completed, steady and gentle, as if it were a simple and normal movement.
However, the beeping alarm sounded extremely harsh, constantly reminding that the oxygen content was beginning to drop, but he was extremely calm, took off the close-up mask on his head, rubbed a messy short hair casually, and lay down slowly. .
Amidst the chaotic sound, the lullaby on the radio was still humming softly, and the sharp contrast between extreme panic and extreme calm set off stormy waves in the hearts of every audience. Only Ryan is an exception.
Ryan put his hands on his chest, lay down peacefully, and slowly closed his eyes. The tightness of the corners of his mouth and facial lines was completely relaxed, and he whispered softly, "Very good, Anning Gang, don't stop, keep singing ." Breath out gently, as if after a busy day at work, and need a long sleep, "accompany me to sleep, I will immediately fall asleep."
"Don't stop, continue, continue..." The fatigue and tension between the eyebrows slowly receded like a tide, and experienced the ups and downs of self-salvation~www.novelhall.com~ experienced the extreme thrills and excitement of the crisis. After the turn of despair, hope, and despair, now, the whole person has completely relaxed, and it is obvious that he can feel the distress on that face.
The voice calmed down bit by bit, and in the end only the vague syllables whispering and colliding between the lips and teeth were left; the emotions between the eyebrows and the eyebrows all dissipated and fell into complete peace. Entering the dreamland, it seems that the whole world is quiet, everything is quiet.
This is not giving up, but the disappearance of life; this is not compromise, but the silence of life; this is not peace, but the bleakness of life.
He was tired, he was tired after all. After struggling for so long, running for so long, fighting for so long, he could finally take off the burden and take a good rest. He needs sleep, a real deep sleep. He doesn't want to continue to fight, tired, tired, just let it go, just need a moment of peace.
The calm and calm, it seems that fatigue and fatigue are slowly dissipating on the surface of the body, and at the same time, the bright light that is gradually dimming is disappearing, and it seems that the flame of life is slowly extinguishing. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, this is the most appropriate and appropriate word.
All the sounds in my mind disappeared, all the murmurs above the ears were calm, the world, completely quiet, only himself, like a newborn baby, was born and died alone. Start alone, and end without worry.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door in the silence, bang, bang...
He slowly opened his eyes, opened a gap, and the light penetrated into his eyes. In the dimness, he saw... Heather Cross.
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Frozen in place, before he realized it, before he made a rational judgment, Alfonso Cuarón had tears in his eyes, and the surging tears completely blurred his vision, leaving only a dazed and stunned, shocking emotion. There are ripples in the water halo.
He knows, he finally knows now, the relationship between Ryan and his younger brother, the estrangement between Ryan and his family, the dependence between Ryan and his dreams, the regret between Ryan and his younger brother and children... From getting rid of social attributes to returning to social attributes, from above life to returning to the origin of life, on the road of chasing the truth, after going around a big circle, finally returning to the original point again.
It’s like... it’s like a mortal has transformed into a superman, possessing the power of a god-like deity, dominating and creating life; but after re-understanding, I realized again that the existence of super-divine power itself also comes from life, so, Completed the second transformation again, once again returned to the starting point of a mortal, and saw a completely different new world.
Survival and death, rebirth and destruction, life and nature, mortals and gods, reason and emotion.
Everything is both the starting point and the ending point. The beginning and the end are connected to complete a circle. After going round and round, it still traces back to the origin. It seems that it is still the starting point, but the whole world is already in the vicissitudes of life. The mountain is still the mountain, but it is no longer the mountain; the water is still the water, but it is no longer the piece of water.
This is very complicated, this is very profound, this is very philosophical, this is very convoluted; but this is also very simple, this is also very straightforward, this is also very deep, this is also very clear, everything is rooted in the depths of the soul , Never disappeared, never changed, just waiting for human exploration and pursuit.
Some people have not realized its existence in their entire lives; some people have not been able to reach the end after their tireless pursuits; others have completed sublimation and transformation in an instant. Open the door to a whole new world.
At this moment, Ryan realized it; and at this moment, Alfonso really saw the true power
It is not a performance, interpretation, or deduction, but real power. The baptism in the depths of the soul is like a downpour, venting violently, and the whole person can't help but start to tremble, it is excitement, yes Fear is also worship.
At this moment, Alfonso really understands how huge, cumbersome, and difficult Renly’s work is. With a smile between his gestures, he can easily control the atmosphere of the audience, not to mention other actors or audiences. , Even the director's mind could not help but be immersed in it.
God. Oh God.
...
Ryan's whole body movements were so stiff, and his expression froze in an instant. There was no change at all, but he tried his best to suppress and control, tears still permeated outside, one after another, crystal clear water droplets. The dark brown eyes were quietly blurred, which was heartbreaking.
He remained motionless like this, lest he move a little bit, he would completely fall apart and disappear into ashes.
"You hold a baby, don't you?" Ryan asked softly, immersed in the baby's cry, joy overflowing from the depths of his eyes. Not a smile, but joy and happiness, quietly flowing with a touch of spring/light, like hot spring water, gurgling, scorching hot, making people melt little by little.
This is not the Ryan Stone that people are familiar with. Not the frosty and unsmiling Ryan, nor the Ryan who is still trying to save his teammates when his life is dying, nor the idiot-style Ryan who knows nothing outside of his professional knowledge. The tenderness and warmth in his eyes. , It seems that this iceberg is slowly melting.
"Are you singing a lullaby?" Ryan said again, without a response, but he didn't care either. Instead, he unconsciously hummed softly. The fragmented notes couldn't be put together at all, just choked deep in his throat. Roll slowly. "That's so sweet," he said softly.
Unknowingly, his smile rose again, "You know what? I used to sing a lullaby to my brother." Ryan's voice was sinking slowly, revealing a trace of hoarseness, and tears filled his eyes again. "But... we haven't had a conversation for a long, long time." Then, Ryan tilted his head slightly and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's not his fault, he has been working hard..."
The ending sound slowly dragged on, without the following, but the sadness and sighs in the eyes could not be understood anymore, and the bitterness of regret could be faintly tasted, and it stabbed the heart and penetrated into the bone marrow in an instant.
Ryan did not continue to speak, but just listened quietly, the screaming cry, the low lullaby, the melodious tune, light and gentle, unfamiliar tunes, and unfamiliar languages, but they did not have the slightest influence. , Just let the tight and fierce facial lines gradually soften, all the sharpness and all the defenses were removed, and they returned to the most primitive red fruit appearance.
"You said, can I still see him?" Ryan whispered softly, and the vague words collided between his lips and teeth, and he disappeared before he could finish speaking.
...
Staring quietly at those dark brown eyes, calm and calm, it seems that there is no wave, just immersed in the thoughtful emotions, but Rooney read the delicate changes between the eyebrows, sad and desperate. , Bitterness and pain, struggle and torture, all the complexity and cumbersomeness are slowly dissipating, returning to a state of peace without joy or sorrow.
Then she knew that he decided to give up. Giving up the hope of survival, giving up the possibility of resistance, giving up the struggling effort, so he accepted his fate frankly, opened his arms, and embraced the **** of death. She knew that he was ready to die, just like the moment Alex released the clasp.
However, Alex is a critical momentary decision. It seems to be just an instinctive action. Hope is cut off between the sparks and flints. The severe pain is only a moment, even because of the adrenaline burst in the critical moment. It had to pause slowly, and it was over without time to experience it.
Ryan is an extremely long process. After struggling again and again for a long time, I escaped from birth smoothly, and I suddenly fell into the ice cave at the moment when hope was born; then I suffered torture, cut all the ropes of hope bit by bit, and crushed it bit by bit. His inner defense attacked all the fragility to pieces.
Not only was it painful, but it was so long and cruel that it was almost impossible to keep watching.
But Rooney still opened her eyes, savoring the torment and torment of this moment, and feeling the performance of this moment, profound and magnificent, making every audience feel the same.
I heard the sound of wiping away tears silently, and the choking sound of strong suppression. The depressed pain and pain were amplified to the extreme at this moment, which made people unbearable.
...
Ryan let out a sigh of relief, and if the curvature of the corner of his mouth rose up as if there was no ground, then without extra pause and preparation, he moved again, started turning off the lighting, turning off the power, and finally...turning off the oxygen.
The whole movement was completed in one go, just a short pause before turning off the oxygen, without too much struggle, and then the movement was completed, steady and gentle, as if it were a simple and normal movement.
However, the beeping alarm sounded extremely harsh, constantly reminding that the oxygen content was beginning to drop, but he was extremely calm, took off the close-up mask on his head, rubbed a messy short hair casually, and lay down slowly. .
Amidst the chaotic sound, the lullaby on the radio was still humming softly, and the sharp contrast between extreme panic and extreme calm set off stormy waves in the hearts of every audience. Only Ryan is an exception.
Ryan put his hands on his chest, lay down peacefully, and slowly closed his eyes. The tightness of the corners of his mouth and facial lines was completely relaxed, and he whispered softly, "Very good, Anning Gang, don't stop, keep singing ." Breath out gently, as if after a busy day at work, and need a long sleep, "accompany me to sleep, I will immediately fall asleep."
"Don't stop, continue, continue..." The fatigue and tension between the eyebrows slowly receded like a tide, and experienced the ups and downs of self-salvation~www.novelhall.com~ experienced the extreme thrills and excitement of the crisis. After the turn of despair, hope, and despair, now, the whole person has completely relaxed, and it is obvious that he can feel the distress on that face.
The voice calmed down bit by bit, and in the end only the vague syllables whispering and colliding between the lips and teeth were left; the emotions between the eyebrows and the eyebrows all dissipated and fell into complete peace. Entering the dreamland, it seems that the whole world is quiet, everything is quiet.
This is not giving up, but the disappearance of life; this is not compromise, but the silence of life; this is not peace, but the bleakness of life.
He was tired, he was tired after all. After struggling for so long, running for so long, fighting for so long, he could finally take off the burden and take a good rest. He needs sleep, a real deep sleep. He doesn't want to continue to fight, tired, tired, just let it go, just need a moment of peace.
The calm and calm, it seems that fatigue and fatigue are slowly dissipating on the surface of the body, and at the same time, the bright light that is gradually dimming is disappearing, and it seems that the flame of life is slowly extinguishing. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, this is the most appropriate and appropriate word.
All the sounds in my mind disappeared, all the murmurs above the ears were calm, the world, completely quiet, only himself, like a newborn baby, was born and died alone. Start alone, and end without worry.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door in the silence, bang, bang...
He slowly opened his eyes, opened a gap, and the light penetrated into his eyes. In the dimness, he saw... Heather Cross.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
Frozen in place, before he realized it, before he made a rational judgment, Alfonso Cuarn had tears in his eyes, and the surging tears completely blurred his vision, leaving only a dazed and stunned, shocking emotion. There are ripples in the water halo.He knows, he finally knows now, the relationship between Ryan and his younger brother, the estrangement between Ryan and his family, the dependence between Ryan and his dreams, the regret between Ryan and his younger brother and children... From getting rid of social attributes to returning to social attributes, from above life to returning to the origin of life, on the road of chasing the truth, after going around a big circle, finally returning to the original point again.It's like... it's like a mortal has transformed into a superman, possessing the power of a god-like deity, dominating and creating life; but after re-understanding, I realized again that the existence of super-divine power itself also comes from life, so, Completed the second transformation again, once again returned to the starting point of a mortal, and saw a completely different new world.Survival and death, rebirth and destruction, life and nature, mortals and gods, reason and emotion.Everything is both the starting point and the ending point. The beginning and the end are connected to complete a circle. After going round and round, it still traces back to the origin. It seems that it is still the starting point, but the whole world is already in the vicissitudes of life. The mountain is still the mountain, but it is no longer the mountain; the water is still the water, but it is no longer the piece of water.This is very complicated, this is very profound, this is very philosophical, this is very convoluted; but this is also very simple, this is also very straightforward, this is also very deep, this is also very clear, everything is rooted in the depths of the soul , Never disappeared, never changed, just waiting for human exploration and pursuit.Some people have not realized its existence in their entire lives; some people have not been able to reach the end after their tireless pursuits; others have completed sublimation and transformation in an instant. Open the door to a whole new world.At this moment, Ryan realized it; and at this moment, Alfonso really saw the true powerIt is not a performance, interpretation, or deduction, but real power. The baptism in the depths of the soul is like a downpour, venting violently, and the whole person can't help but start to tremble, it is excitement, yes Fear is also worship.At this moment, Alfonso really understands how huge, cumbersome, and difficult Renly's work is. With a smile between his gestures, he can easily control the atmosphere of the audience, not to mention other actors or audiences. , Even the director's mind could not help but be immersed in it.God. Oh God....Ryan's whole body movements were so stiff, and his expression froze in an instant. There was no change at all, but he tried his best to suppress and control, tears still permeated outside, one after another, crystal clear water droplets. The dark brown eyes were quietly blurred, which was heartbreaking.He remained motionless like this, lest he move a little bit, he would completely fall apart and disappear into ashes."You hold a baby, don't you?" Ryan asked softly, immersed in the baby's cry, joy overflowing from the depths of his eyes. Not a smile, but joy and happiness, quietly flowing with a touch of spring/light, like hot spring water, gurgling, scorching hot, making people melt little by little.This is not the Ryan Stone that people are familiar with. Not the frosty and unsmiling Ryan, nor the Ryan who is still trying to save his teammates when his life is dying, nor the idiot-style Ryan who knows nothing outside of his professional knowledge. The tenderness and warmth in his eyes. , It seems that this iceberg is slowly melting."Are you singing a lullaby?" Ryan said again, without a response, but he didn't care either. Instead, he unconsciously hummed softly. The fragmented notes couldn't be put together at all, just choked deep in his throat. Roll slowly. "That's so sweet," he said softly.Unknowingly, his smile rose again, "You know what? I used to sing a lullaby to my brother." Ryan's voice was sinking slowly, revealing a trace of hoarseness, and tears filled his eyes again. "But... we haven't had a conversation for a long, long time." Then, Ryan tilted his head slightly and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's not his fault, he has been working hard..."The ending sound slowly dragged on, without the following, but the sadness and sighs in the eyes could not be understood anymore, and the bitterness of regret could be faintly tasted, and it stabbed the heart and penetrated into the bone marrow in an instant.Ryan did not continue to speak, but just listened quietly, the screaming cry, the low lullaby, the melodious tune, light and gentle, unfamiliar tunes, and unfamiliar languages, but they did not have the slightest influence. , Just let the tight and fierce facial lines gradually soften, all the sharpness and all the defenses were removed, and they returned to the most primitive red fruit appearance."You said, can I still see him?" Ryan whispered softly, and the vague words collided between his lips and teeth, and he disappeared before he could finish speaking....Staring quietly at those dark brown eyes, calm and calm, it seems that there is no wave, just immersed in the thoughtful emotions, but Rooney read the delicate changes between the eyebrows, sad and desperate. , Bitterness and pain, struggle and torture, all the complexity and cumbersomeness are slowly dissipating, returning to a state of peace without joy or sorrow.Then she knew that he decided to give up. Giving up the hope of survival, giving up the possibility of resistance, giving up the struggling effort, so he accepted his fate frankly, opened his arms, and embraced the **** of death. She knew that he was ready to die, just like the moment Alex released the clasp.However, Alex is a critical momentary decision. It seems to be just an instinctive action. Hope is cut off between the sparks and flints. The severe pain is only a moment, even because of the adrenaline burst in the critical moment. It had to pause slowly, and it was over without time to experience it.Ryan is an extremely long process. After struggling again and again for a long time, I escaped from birth smoothly, and I suddenly fell into the ice cave at the moment when hope was born; then I suffered torture, cut all the ropes of hope bit by bit, and crushed it bit by bit. His inner defense attacked all the fragility to pieces.Not only was it painful, but it was so long and cruel that it was almost impossible to keep watching.But Rooney still opened her eyes, savoring the torment and torment of this moment, and feeling the performance of this moment, profound and magnificent, making every audience feel the same.I heard the sound of wiping away tears silently, and the choking sound of strong suppression. The depressed pain and pain were amplified to the extreme at this moment, which made people unbearable....Ryan let out a sigh of relief, and if the curvature of the corner of his mouth rose up as if there was no ground, then without extra pause and preparation, he moved again, started turning off the lighting, turning off the power, and finally...turning off the oxygen.The whole movement was completed in one go, just a short pause before turning off the oxygen, without too much struggle, and then the movement was completed, steady and gentle, as if it were a simple and normal movement.However, the beeping alarm sounded extremely harsh, constantly reminding that the oxygen content was beginning to drop, but he was extremely calm, took off the close-up mask on his head, rubbed a messy short hair casually, and lay down slowly. .Amidst the chaotic sound, the lullaby on the radio was still humming softly, and the sharp contrast between extreme panic and extreme calm set off stormy waves in the hearts of every audience. Only Ryan is an exception.Ryan put his hands on his chest, lay down peacefully, and slowly closed his eyes. The tightness of the corners of his mouth and facial lines was completely relaxed, and he whispered softly, "Very good, Anning Gang, don't stop, keep singing ." Breath out gently, as if after a busy day at work, and need a long sleep, "accompany me to sleep, I will immediately fall asleep.""Don't stop, continue, continue..." The fatigue and tension between the eyebrows slowly receded like a tide, and experienced the ups and downs of self-salvation~www.novelhall.com~ experienced the extreme thrills and excitement of the crisis. After the turn of despair, hope, and despair, now, the whole person has completely relaxed, and it is obvious that he can feel the distress on that face.The voice calmed down bit by bit, and in the end only the vague syllables whispering and colliding between the lips and teeth were left; the emotions between the eyebrows and the eyebrows all dissipated and fell into complete peace. Entering the dreamland, it seems that the whole world is quiet, everything is quiet.This is not giving up, but the disappearance of life; this is not compromise, but the silence of life; this is not peace, but the bleakness of life.He was tired, he was tired after all. After struggling for so long, running for so long, fighting for so long, he could finally take off the burden and take a good rest. He needs sleep, a real deep sleep. He doesn't want to continue to fight, tired, tired, just let it go, just need a moment of peace.The calm and calm, it seems that fatigue and fatigue are slowly dissipating on the surface of the body, and at the same time, the bright light that is gradually dimming is disappearing, and it seems that the flame of life is slowly extinguishing. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, this is the most appropriate and appropriate word.All the sounds in my mind disappeared, all the murmurs above the ears were calm, the world, completely quiet, only himself, like a newborn baby, was born and died alone. Start alone, and end without worry.Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door in the silence, bang, bang...He slowly opened his eyes, opened a gap, and the light penetrated into his eyes. In the dimness, he saw... Heather Cross.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
