Jian Ai looked at the man opposite her coldly, feeling dejected and lost. Her crossed hands kept peeling off her nails.
He is nervous, he is afraid. However, what's the use?
Lin Fei raised his head and stared at her silently, even looking at the shadow behind her through her figure. This action seemed to use up all his strength.
However, there was nothing except her shadow, except - the people coming and going as the background.
He murmured: Xiao Ai, can you tell him? It doesn't matter whether it's resentment or hatred, it doesn't matter. I just ask him not to forget me.