Panic, uneasiness, and boiling heat. The sadness that Li Chengtai had never touched before disappeared or increased bit by bit. Deep Well Cloud no longer said that she hated him, because she knew that in every relationship, there would always be a part where she deserved it.
Or perhaps he didn’t hate her because another person had covered her with warmth.
When Shen Jingyun met Han Haiyin, the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.
However, feelings had to go through trials.
When she was sad, her body was like a balloon that had been emptied of air. All that was left was a shriveled and ugly shape, curled up and drooping.
The heart was a building that collapsed with its pillars broken, a ruin without any warning.
Her heart was slowly being eroded, and her expression was crawling all over it.