He wanted to hate her, even if he tried his best in this life, it wouldn't be enough. What was hateful was that in the end, she didn't even look at him.
He tortured her in every possible way, but she refused to say a word until she died. How could he not hate her? The pain was on her and on him, but in the end, who was she torturing and why?
At night, it became colder and colder, but it couldn't resist the coldness in my heart that penetrated into my bones and made me ache. This dark night was deathly silent and dull, with crackling sounds and heavy rain for a while, as if At that shocking glance that year, something suddenly collapsed in her heart, and then with a creaking sound, it was about to break into pieces. It turned out that this was what she wanted, it was what she wanted, she should be happy! My heart is like a gray tree, but it turns out that the night is as cold as a wash.