She paused, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and her eyes became cold: "But now I know that men are all the same. What you can't get is always the best, and what you put on your lips is never cherished.
In your eyes, I, Xue Jialin, am probably just a fool who backs up, a spare tire that you can call on and go away at the drop of a hat. "
Reader comments
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This is the real urban cool novel, which has a super high level of novel writing, whether it is the delicate writing style and superb techniques, or the ups and downs and grandeur of the novel's plot, and more of the fragility hidden behind human nature and the persistence of resisting fate... In short, I just like this kind of work.