Mu Yihang's slap was like a knife, forcibly gouging out the remaining love in Feng Luyao's heart. She squatted down helplessly, but she never thought that another hand would pull her out of the abyss. She thought that this marriage was just sympathy and cooperation, but it slowly entangled the two of them tighter and tighter. Chen Jiajin looked at her dotingly and said: "Sometimes love is not believed because of seeing it, but seen because of belief."
But, if it was fate, why did they stop and go and finally separate? If it is a sin, why do I always miss him in my joys and sorrows?
She was walking alone in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. The light rain wet her hair. She stood under the eaves like a passerby. She turned around and looked at the man beside her. He said lightly: "Feng Luyao, how long will you run away from me?"
Sometimes, what we escape from is not other people, but those years.
PS: Warning in advance, this article is a tragedy.