她并不知道他哪一点值得她这样说:如果你不在了,我也不活了。他得了癌症,他听了她的表白,这比说一千句一万句甜言蜜语更让他心醉。他太贫穷,穷得连买一枝玫瑰花的钱也没有了,除了他的画稿,一大堆的诗,一无所有。 她为他筹集费用,背着父母向亲戚朋友撒了许多弥天大谎,她去卖血,她偷父亲的钱。然而,命运开了一 She did not know what he deserved her say: If you are gone, I am not alive. He had cancer, he heard her confession, it is more than a thousand words to make him more than a sweet talk made him intoxicated. He was so poor that he was so poor that he could not even buy a rose, except for his drafts, a whole lot of poetry, nothing. She raised money for him, carrying her parents and relatives and friends sprinkled a lot of big flames, she went to sell blood, she steal money from his father. However, fate opened one