I spent five years of deep love feeding a scam.
For him, I betrayed all my relatives, for him, I lost my children, for him, I endured the appearance that he most despised.
When his white moonlight returned, he said "I'm not feeling well" and he pushed me into the abyss with his own hands.
I dragged my broken body away without saying goodbye.
Three years later, we met again on the street corner. He grabbed my wrist with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Nian Nian, I was wrong. Can you come back?"
I gently pulled my hand away, my eyebrows indifferent, as if looking at a stranger: "Sir, do we know each other?"
The bone-eroding affection had already been shattered into pieces by his indifference.
From now on, you and I are separated, and we are already strangers when we meet again.
