She turned over the clouds and covered her hands with rain. She can make all the men in the world feel ashamed, she can make all the women in the world crazy about her, countless beauties fall for her, countless men spend all their money on her, just to get a faint smile from her, but she is always indifferent, always a bystander. Hundreds of people sacrificed their lives for her, but only received a faint glance and a soft sigh from her. You can't blame her for being cold-hearted, because her heart has long been covered in dust. You can't blame her for being ruthless, because her love has already been taken away. I can't blame her, I can only blame everything in this world for not being able to escape this word of love...
(This article is NP, I don't like to read it by mistake)