This is a cruelly true story.
A girl whom I once loved deeply experienced the most painful youth in the romantic city of Paris.
She should hate him, he ruined all her good things and dreams;
She should love him, and when his only mark was peeled off from her body, she clearly felt that she was also gone with him;
I loved this girl and will continue to love her.
Unfortunately, she refused to take off the only ring she had left with her when she was in Paris.
Jin Jin, if you can see it, are you willing to give me a chance?