If it's love, why does it hurt so much?
If it wasn't love, why would my heart hurt so much?
She never thought that she, Xiao Didi, would one day be so desperate that she wanted to end her life. At that desperate moment, she suddenly remembered that that year, in the early summer afternoon, the sun cast dappled light and shadow through the lush leaves. Shen Jiajun smiled and said to her: Didi, don't be afraid, I will always be by your side. Then in the typhoon with strong wind and rain, his furious face, that heart-stopping voice, and that domineering embrace. . . . . .
The beautiful policewoman's love and being loved, tenderness and being robbed.