The two people across from each other, just sitting there, exuded a harmonious atmosphere from their hair. I may have drunk too much, my head is a little dizzy, and my eyes are a little blurry. Wei Jiang reached out and grabbed Liu Changan's glass, poured the wine into his own glass, and gave him a glass of orange juice. Suddenly I didn't resent them so much.
If a person is cold, cold, and calm in front of you, it's not that he can't be tender, but that all his tenderness is not for you. I have never felt that Wei Jiang was considerate to me. It's not that he is inconsiderate, but that he doesn't love me.
I'm like a monkey in a cage, and they are the people outside the cage. I desperately want them to notice me and open my mouth, but they don't understand at all.
That's not my world.
A woman witnesses an extraordinary love affair.