Fingertips Are All Desolate

Su Cisheng will no longer have anything to do with me. He will devote his love to another woman and think about her every day. I will eventually become a passerby in his life. Thinking about it this way, Wei Wei felt a little sad, and felt that some of the time was incredibly long. We had been together all the way, and our beloved was not him. There are tears in Wei Wei, even if there is a Buddha in my heart, it can't save the hurt caused by love. Conception: