Time flies by, and the more I want to forget, the more I want to forget, the more it becomes clearer and more profound between the constant emergence and disappearance...
She couldn't bear the coldness in his words, and would interrupt him with a loud voice, "Cheng Yihao, don't do that to me! Not everyone has to listen to you, Attorney Cheng, and shout those orders at your secretary."
She and him, the two of them were at peace with each other one second, but could look at each other coldly the next second, just like strangers. Because of her sensitivity, because of his toughness, because of her paranoia, because of his indifference, she and he were entangled with each other in the boundless abyss, and their inseparable relationship was like an invisible hinge that tied them together tightly. The more they struggled, the more scarred they would be.
Because we are not sure about ourselves and because we are not sure about each other, we test each other, even if it leaves a scar, even if we still get nothing in the end.
"You will forgive me, right?"
"No, I will never forgive you."
"I'm going to make you feel guilty for the rest of your life." She turned around, faced him, and hugged him tightly. The tears that had finally stopped flowed out again and stuck to his chest, making his heart tighten with pain as if he had been stabbed.
When the time is cold, the bright moon is so drunk that I don't wait for others to go home, sighing in vain and falling in love...
Her marriage to him didn't start with love, so how could it end with it?