"Why are you so gentle to me and let me immerse myself in the dream you weave? Is it all for my sister? Then who am I? What do I mean to you?" Duan Yutang shouted uncontrollably, "We're just not suitable." What should we do with a difference of twelve years? Mu Zheng's closed eyes showed a trace of pain, "Then let's do that, I'm leaving..." Duan Yutang boarded the plane to England... "How could I let go, even if we die together, you can only be mine, Duan Yutang, you can't run away..." Mu Zheng looked at the plane in the sky, and the inevitable flash in his eyes...
