Yui stared at the man in a white suit across from him, with only one sentence running through his mind - why should he cry?
A tear from Xu Qiu slid down the bridge of his nose and hung precariously on his chin.
Those who didn't know it thought this was some kind of unique wedding scene.
Yui dug his nails into his palms.
What does he mean?
Is he still aggrieved?
She is the one who should be wronged, okay?
If she could, she would kill him now.
