Yan Shu guessed correctly, Wen Xuying was such a person.
She didn't understand what love was. Someone had loved her, and that person was standing in front of her and accusing her of what she had done.
But she felt that she had never loved anyone.
How to love, she doesn't know.
For countless late nights, Wen Xuying played the songs she knew by heart in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and she never stopped thinking about whether she was in love with Yan Shu or was just used to it.
Is this love?
It seems that it is not impossible to leave him, and my heart will become soft and collapsed when I am with him.
She doesn't know love.
"Wen Xuying, has there never been a real person in your heart?"
He said she was cold, said she had no emotions, and said every word that her heart was bleeding.
Raindrops hit the black umbrella leaves, and Yan Shu's words were scattered on the ground without any response.
There was no hysteria, and there was no talk of breaking up. The two of them ended quietly.
In the end, Yan Shu didn't read the answer he wanted in her expression.
She seemed to always be like that, cold and indifferent.
In Yan Shu's memory, Wen Xuying seemed to have always been so aloof.
A queen who shines on the stage.
But as soon as she picks up the piano, Yan Shu is helplessly attracted to her.
Intention: The lotus root is broken and the thread is connected
