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Chapter 1570
“Amanda…”
He called again and again, and his own echo returned empty handed to him in the empty room.
He twisted his head to search, those deep narrow eyes slowly lost focus, became hollow and pale.
He is like a lost child, he is searching all over the world.
What are you looking for?
Find his heart.
His heart is lost.
He opened the door of the room and ran out. The man’s black silk p@jamas gurgled his p@jamas by the cold wind of late autumn.
The wind rose in the middle of the night, and it was almost dead.
His footsteps were very anxious and chaotic, without the calmness of the past, he ran all the way, the blood along the way, like blooming poppies, deadly coquettish.
Wreaths!
He wants to find his woman.
At this time, a familiar and pleasant voice came to his ears, “Christopher.”
Christopher paused, then quickly turned his head, and a thin shadow came out from the darkness, Amanda.
Amanda was thirsty, so she got up to fetch some water, and soon she heard Christopher’s voice.
She walked over, and she really saw him, and… the blood on his way.
“Christopher, what’s the matter with you?” Amanda walked over quickly.
Christopher stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, buried his handsome face in her hair:
“Amanda, it turns out that you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time.”
He lowered his head, and he k!ss her. On the forehead, murmured, “Amanda, I miss you.”
He said, Amanda, I miss you.
Really think about it.
Twenty years have passed, this sound is late—I miss you.
He hugged her tightly, holding her tighter and tighter.
“Christopher, what’s the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable, your foot hurts, let me see…”
Amanda’s words stopped abruptly in the next second, because she felt her cheeks moist , Tears fell on her face.
He…
Amanda’s pupils shrank.
Christopher hugged her, although he held her tightly, but his heart was still empty, without any sense of security.
A layer of water mist condensed in the eye sockets, and that layer of water mist grew more and more. In the end, tears fell one after another.
He began to cry, shaking his stiff shoulders, crying non-stop.
He held her and wept bitterly.
The love path of this life has been staggering, his face is not old, his heart is weak, and in just a few decades, he has traveled through the mountains and rivers, as if he has been through the long sea.
Over the hills and ridges, a vicissitude of life has beaten him all around.
There is no sweet picture in the memory. The heavy encounter of love and hatred is painful to recall.
He never got her. He has been waiting.
He has never been loved, but still losing.
The softness in his paranoid heart in this life was given by her.
She was like a poison, making him extremely sick.
One drop, two drops, three tears…it fell on Amanda’s face and wet her little face.
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