"Thank you for the compliment." Xia You was humblely accepted. Her exquisite face was smiling, making people jump out of a trace.

Others thanked Xia Youxin with enthusiastic, and they were the most sincere smiles on their faces.

With the wine glass, Xia Youxin drank the flowers and green liquids.

In this party, she was happy, but her heart became more and more cold.

This award -winning prize is called thoughts.

This is the story of Xia Youxin's use of Liang Zhu, plus the ring that unknown thoughts, and the ten fingers. She hopes that she can clearly feel the pain in her hand.

"Wait, we should invite our award -winning Miss Wu Xin to tell, telling the story of this thought." A young American man coaxed. He is the most handsome male designer in the industry.

"Yes, talk."

"I really want to know this story."

Everyone screams and meets.

"Come on." That American man was already Mike, Jack, and after knowing Xia Youxin, he has been chasing Xia Youxin. Xia Youxin never gives him a chance.

It has been two years in chasing Xia Youxin.

Seeing that this was not a chance to escape, Xia Youxin took Mike a little drunk. Maybe it was the role of alcohol, maybe the thought was full.

"There is an old saying in China called the ten fingers, so I design my thoughts as a ring." Xia Youxin cleared his throat, and his soft voice exploded in the silent crowd.

Words and one sentence, very clear, word by word, unusually sad.

"There is a story in China in China that Liang Zhu is that two men and women love each other very much. The man is called Liang Shanbo, and the woman is called Zhu Yingliang.

Taifang's heart was secretly promised. It was agreed that Liang Shanbo would marry Zhu Yingtai. The man's house was poor. He kept studying hard.

Once, Zhu Yingtai learned that this was required to be married to the place where Liang Shanbo had to be buried. Where is it? In the storm, Liang Shanbo's tomb door opened, Zhu Yingtai jumped in, and they turned into a butterfly. "Xia You

He said that Liang Shanbo wished Yingtai, and he kept thinking about Ye Qianmo. Is it possible for Ye Qianmo to be born together. Can we be together when we die?

"You see the butterflies on this ring like a folding wings, and you can't catch up with another butterfly flying away. She can only look at the butterfly from a distance." Xia Youxin said more and more,

Like this butterfly, her wings are folded, and she can only look at the other butterfly.

"From the side, this butterfly is like a incomplete heart. This heart beating because of her thoughts and thought of beating." Xia Youxin slowly said what she said, and she had forgotten that this was award celebration.

The applause came from below, and Xia Youxin returned from his own thoughts.

"Miss Wu, I am afraid that there are other stories in this ring!" After applause, an old -fashioned woman shouted, big blue eyes are savvy.

"No more." Xia You murmured, no? Of course not, and the story of her and Ye Qianmo. She has never interrupted this story now.

"Don't embarrass our big designer."

"Come, continue to drink."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the banquet was scattered.

Everyone who was traveling with them had left, and Xia Youxin stood alone in front of the door. Because it was night, a gust of wind blew by, and she felt a little cold. She didn't know whether it was because her heart was cold, or because the wind really chilled him.
Chapter completed!