The second update today, please recommend and subscribe!

Without any accompaniment, only Evan Bell's voice danced freely in the moonlight, just like the shadow of a palm tree swaying in the wind under the moonlight, pulling left and right in the sound of the waves, but weaving a beautiful scene that makes people obsessed with it. After stripping away all the decorations, Evan Bell's voice was as clear as a pool of spring water, more like the moonlight on the ground. With the advancement of the night, you can hear the faint hoarseness in your voice, just like the strings of a cello, so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

Evan Bell's voice was pleasantly wandering through the lyrics, like a ballerina dancing at midnight. Her feet flipped and jumped in the moonlight, disrupting a pool of moonlight, but rippled with a halo that made people feel intoxicated. The soft feet collided with the hard ground, colliding with a graceful and heart-wrenching melody.

"Goodbye, my lover who is not destined to be, goodbye, my hopeless dream. I try not to miss you anymore, please let me leave alone. Goodbye, my unfortunate love, I will turn around and leave. I had known that you would only bring me endless heartache, and my lover who is not destined to be destined to be always like this."

Listening to Evan Bell sing the poetic vocabulary like crying, irrepressible sadness surged into his heart. This was indeed inspired by the story of Emma and Dexter, but it was not the beauty of the story filled with a faint sadness, but the pain was torn apart by the turbulent waves, tearing all emotions into pieces. Except for the blood all over the ground, only the lonely figure cast by the moonlight was wandering alone and unable to fall asleep.

Anne Hathaway was not prepared at all, and the surging emotions came for the second time. In an instant, she was submerged. Tears were like strings of pearls, arranged down from her cheeks, and a crystal clear light flashed in the moonlight. Unlike the previous emotional collapse, this time Anne Hathaway just lay quietly in Evan Bell's arms, and the tears fell silently.

Anne Hathaway finally knew why Evan Bell said that the lyrics were too sad. Just because the sentence "Not destined to love (.)" was enough to hurt people. It was like a dagger, which was directly but slowly inserted into the chest, slowly sank into all the blades, and then watched the dazzling blood come out of the wound drop after drop, slowly sliding down the wound.

Evan Bell sighed softly, and he knew that the song was too sad. Even he felt a huge rock hovering in his heart, and he was a little breathless. Perhaps there was no ups and downs in the song, nor did he deliberately cry and snatch the sky and the earth. It seemed that nothing had happened, and he said lightly, "Goodbye. My lover whom I have no chance", but this grey sadness was filled with despair, pushing all negative emotions to the peak in one go.

This song was indeed too sad, so sad that it was even a little cruel. Evan Bell couldn't bear it. He noticed Anne Hathaway's sorrow. But he was helpless and could only tighten his hands. He hugged Anne Hathaway tightly, using his body temperature to make her feel warm, and relieve her emotional fluctuations bit by bit.

There was no sound in the room, only the sound of tears slowly falling, which was a little scary. Anne Hathaway's emotions finally calmed down in Evan Bell's arms, "Can't we be together forever?" Her voice asked pitifully with hoarseness.

Anne Hathaway never did this, but Anne Hathaway during her period was like a little woman, worried about gains and losses, fears, and her emotions seemed to collapse in an instant. Evan Bell could feel Anne Hathaway's body trembling slightly. He lowered his head, put his chin against his chest, and touched Anne Hathaway's forehead with his forehead. The breathing of the two people was entangled together.

Evan Bell stared at Anne Hathaway's eyes and whispered, "Yes." This is the second time he made a promise tonight. It's all the damn novel "one day". Evan Bell couldn't help but start to wonder if he was too lingering when he was writing this novel.

But if you think about it carefully, the novel is actually not lingering, not romantic, nor sweet at all. On the contrary, Evan Bell has always used a calm and plain perspective to explain the story between Emma and Dexter. But perhaps it is this kind of dullness, which is like a fairy tale but more like a realistic brushstroke, which can easily make people feel part of the story. In the twenty years between Emma and Dexter, too many things have happened, and some of them can always touch the readers' hearts, and this little touch may be the true meaning of love. This makes the imperfect ending more unforgettable. This is the success of Evan Bell's novel.

Anne Hathaway has a strong sense of substitution for novels, so her emotions are so easy to fluctuate.

"Remember? Last time we were kids and chatted on the balcony and talked about the scene when we were forty." Evan Bell whispered, Anne Hathaway didn't react for a while, thought about it for a long time before nodding, "I don't know what will happen when we were forty, because there seems to be little time left, but I know what will happen when we were sixty."

"Tell me," Anne Hathaway raised her eyes, with crystal tears on her eyelashes.

"You are standing at the intersection of Prince Street, wearing a sky blue T-shirt with a graffiti that says 'I am a freak'. With a pair of jeans, the muscles on your face are a little loose, but there are not many wrinkles. Obviously, cosmetics are not used in recent years, but the lines of your chin are no longer visible. There are still some light makeup on your face, big red lips and blue butterfly earrings on your ears, and a slightly curly hair tied into a bun, tied to the top of your head, and some broken hair floats disobediently on your cheeks. You are standing at the intersection of the street, muttering impatiently, and carefully applying rose-red nail polish to carry a large bag of household goods in your right hand - obviously just came out of the supermarket."

Anne Hathaway couldn't help but calm down when she listened to Evan Bell's words. She looked at Evan Bell in a daze, and the vivid picture seemed to be outlined in her mind.

"After a while, another old man walked over from behind, wearing a clothing similar to yours, carrying a large bag of food in his hand. He is the only man in your life." When Evan Bell said this, he looked at Anne Hathaway deeply, which made Anne Hathaway's lips curl up slightly, "We just came back from the supermarket and were about to go back to the 12th. You are obviously very irritable because of your period?" Anne Hathaway couldn't help but raise his hand and hit Evan Bell. Evan Bell burst into laughter, "Or it was because of arguing in the supermarket about whether to buy tomatoes. After you saw me appear, you said 'Hurry up'. Neither of them looked at each other, but they could clearly feel each other's existence. Even if there was no conversation or contact, we had a tacit understanding between us, and we didn't need to be deliberately involved at all, so we could feel each other's feelings."

"Do we have children?"

"There are, three, two boys and one girl."

"Then what should we have for dinner?"

"Oh, maybe that's why we argued in the supermarket. I wanted to eat Chinese cuisine, but you felt it was too greasy and had a bad stomach. I had to agree. So, in the end we decided to have dinner on the 11th, and Catherine obviously couldn't be more welcome."

Hearing this, Anne Hathaway didn't speak, but she calmed down and just looked at Evan Bell quietly, "Is this really going to happen?"

"Yes." Evan Bell showed a big smile, which made Anne Hathaway's mouth also outline. "This is like you, I don't know who the crying woman was just now."

"Evan Bell!"

"I'm serious. Do you want such a woman every time you have a period?" Evan Bale was still not serious, which made Anne Hathaway immediately serve him with a pink fist, but Evan Bale was not annoyed at all. "Haha, look at it, this is the Anne I know!"

Anne Hathaway gritted her teeth and bite Evan Bell's shoulder hard. It was not until Evan Bell started crying for pain that she smugly loosened her teeth and lay back in Evan Bell's arms with satisfaction. "What's the name of that song just now?"

"'Love without a chance (.)'." Evan Bell whispered, "I'm still thinking about whether to make changes..."

"No." Anne Hathaway hurriedly stopped it, "This song is good, it's good, everything is good." Her voice gradually fell down, paused for a while before continuing, "Really, everything is good. Just like that, maybe it's not suitable for the story of Emma and Dexter, but it's still a good song. And, in fact, it's also very suitable. Emma and Dexter may be lovers who are not destined to be together. Although they have been involved in each other for twenty years, they have not been able to go to the end together. They are still not destined to be together."

Evan Bell printed a kiss on Anne Hathaway's slightly cold cheek, "No, you're wrong. Emma and Dexter are lovers, they are true lovers, they have loved each other for twenty years, or even longer. So, they are lovers, not almost (almost).

Anne Hathaway nodded slightly and said nothing. She just lay in Evan Bell's arms and closed her eyes.

The moonlight was like water, and the two of them hugged each other and sat on the windowsill until Anne Hathaway fell asleep. Evan Bell breathed a sigh of relief, carried the little girl to the bed, and then turned off the bedside light. At night, it completely fell into silence.

Please give me a monthly ticket!
Chapter completed!