"I have always hoped that my life would be plain and without any disturbance, but you insist on pushing me to the forefront, saying that you want me to grow, but in fact it just makes me understand the meaning of betrayal better. Thank you for your kindness." Ling Fei hung up the phone. The night was pitch black, and the faint moonlight reflected on her body, making her look particularly thin.
I understand, everything life has given me, I understand, but I understand, do you understand why I live like this? You don't understand anything, so why should I understand alone?
"Does it have to be like this? Fei'er, are you punishing me or torturing yourself like this? Isn't it good to forget? Why bother worrying about the past?" Yichen looked at Ling Fei angrily, "Forget! Worry about it! Xuan Yichen, what you said is really light. What does my life have to do with you?" Ling Fei looked at Jiang Quan with a sweet smile. Yichen, who was clenching his head, shook the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the sofa, stared deeply at Yichen, and slowly said: "Xuan Yichen, do you know you are wrong? Big mistake! What I have done is not to punish you, nor to torture myself, because I don't love you anymore. Understand, if you don't love, there is no torture without love!"