Iris thought, maybe what I love is not you, but the period of green love for you. Our love is like a two-year-old flower that blooms. On the other side of life and death, the flowers and leaves do not meet each other, and life and life are in opposite directions. I love mine and you love yours.
Liu Yumo looked at Luo Xia in front of him, his eyes filled with billowing black. He clenched his fists and watched her walk by with a smile on her face, holding another man's arm. Her eyes only glanced at his body slightly when they brushed against each other, making it difficult to detect. His expression remained unchanged as he continued on his way, but his heart was desolate.
Luo Xia, who let go of his arms, was inexplicably sentimental. The man's eyes seemed to contain suppressed anger but more of sadness. What made him so sad?