"I won't meet you again next time." Ye tide sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his head against the bed, clenching his hands tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and blood slowly dripping down his hands.
He didn't know that after she drove him away, she cried until her eyes were swollen and she shed bloody tears.
Meeting him actually cost her all her good luck
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