When she dreamed back at midnight, she could never forget his smiling face. She hated her for being useless and would only choose to escape. I'm sorry, I can't love you because you are so much like him. ． ． ． ． ．
Looking at her crying face, it turns out that a person's heart can hurt so much: It's okay, I will protect you, and I will never let you get hurt again.
Facing her coldness, my heart aches to the extreme, haha, we can never go back. ． ． ． ． ．