It was nine years since she died in that car accident.
When she opened her eyes again, she changed her face, hiding her sharp edge and taking care of herself step by step.
Just to recover all debts from the man who pushed her into the abyss with his own hands.
On the night of their reunion, he held her wrist, with madness in his eyes:
"Who are you? Why do I feel so heartbroken that I can't breathe every time I look at you?"
She smiled distantly and cruelly:
"Mr. Wei, do we know each other?"
Old love burns out and hatred turns to ashes.
The evening breeze knows the mood of summer, and old friends never come back again.
