The day I separated from Tan Mingsheng, it rained heavily.
He thought Lin Kewen was just angry with him, after all, he had loved him so humbly. Later, Tan Mingsheng stopped the car in the heavy rain with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin Kewen, go home."
The car window slowly lowered, revealing his calm eyes.
"Mr. Qin," he said coldly, "your love is like rain, soaking my bones with cold waves and never giving me a sunny day."
At that moment, Tan Mingsheng understood painfully: It turned out that the most explosive rain was the fog that he personally cast into his world.
Intention: spoiling becomes a disease