My Childhood Friend is Like a Stone

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Ten years ago, little Cyril said. “Even if I die with you, I’m not going to marry you!” So Adrienne’s first love seemed to be over. And one day after coming of age, Cyril regrets what he said about death. @media screen and (min-width: 1201px) { .vvxdo63f99dda64c05 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 993px) and (max-width: 1200px) { .vvxdo63f99dda64c05 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 769px) and (max-width: 992px) { .vvxdo63f99dda64c05 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 768px) and (max-width: 768px) { .vvxdo63f99dda64c05 { display: block; } } @media screen and (max-width: 767px) { .vvxdo63f99dda64c05 { display: block; } } Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only @media screen and (min-width: 1201px) { .cxviq63f99dda64c4c { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 993px) and (max-width: 1200px) { .cxviq63f99dda64c4c { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 769px) and (max-width: 992px) { .cxviq63f99dda64c4c { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 768px) and (max-width: 768px) { .cxviq63f99dda64c4c { display: block; } } @media screen and (max-width: 767px) { .cxviq63f99dda64c4c { display: block; } } Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks @media screen and (min-width: 1201px) { .ghgjz63f99dda64c34 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 993px) and (max-width: 1200px) { .ghgjz63f99dda64c34 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 769px) and (max-width: 992px) { .ghgjz63f99dda64c34 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 768px) and (max-width: 768px) { .ghgjz63f99dda64c34 { display: block; } } @media screen and (max-width: 767px) { .ghgjz63f99dda64c34 { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 1201px) { .ntczd63f99dda64bea { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 993px) and (max-width: 1200px) { .ntczd63f99dda64bea { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 769px) and (max-width: 992px) { .ntczd63f99dda64bea { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 768px) and (max-width: 768px) { .ntczd63f99dda64bea { display: block; } } @media screen and (max-width: 767px) { .ntczd63f99dda64bea { display: block; } } “Why do you keep making me looking forward, you b*stard! I keep getting it wrong because of you—” @media screen and (min-width: 1201px) { .wpzlj63f99dda64c1d { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 993px) and (max-width: 1200px) { .wpzlj63f99dda64c1d { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 769px) and (max-width: 992px) { .wpzlj63f99dda64c1d { display: block; } } @media screen and (min-width: 768px) and (max-width: 768px) { .wpzlj63f99dda64c1d { display: block; } } @media screen and (max-width: 767px) { .wpzlj63f99dda64c1d { display: block; } } The last word fell hopelessly between the lips. Adrienne’s shaking shoulder was gently wrapped in Cyril’s hand. “It’s not an illusion.” “…What?” Her childhood friend, who had been as indifferent as a stone, changed the minute she gave up everything.