She Died the Year She Loved Him Most

Shen Xinyi: "I like you."

Lu Moxuan: "You're not my type."

Shen Xinyi: "You treat me so well. What else could it mean but that you like me? Do you pity me?"

Lu Moxuan said coldly, "I don't know."

"Hey, did you hear? Shen Xinyi is dead."

Shen Xinyi: "I may die, but my love won't."

Lu Moxuan: "My existence is proof that you were here."

Lu Moxuan looked at Shen Xinyi, tortured to death by drug dealers, as tears streamed down his face. "I haven't even told you I love you. How could you just leave like this?" He couldn't control his emotions. His body began to tremble, and even he couldn't stop it…