"No one here knows me, loves me, or remembers me." Qing Ning closed her eyes and followed the light.
Later, when the lustful girl met Ouran, who was extremely sensitive in her heart, they thought about the eternity of Boya Ziqi.
"Okay, okay, but Qing Ning never existed. Why do you just say she is a designer?" Ouran looked at Shuangcheng like a kitten.
You can't give me a sense of security after all. Do we love others, or do we love ourselves after all.
"Zhao'er, I didn't grow up in your shadow."
