She asked desperately in the dim room: "Ieoh Ming Wei, after three years of marriage, am I just a substitute?"
He slammed the door and left, leaving behind a cold word.
"Duan Jinxiu, you have no heart!"
His first love left a foreign country with his child in his arms. His former brother showed great affection to her.
Her best friend has a crush on her, but he is obsessed with her alone. His deal with his mother frightened her.
Before she fell in love with him, she stood there, clear and light, like a blue iris blooming alone. Looking back, there is a hint of unconscious alienation, disappointment, and grievance.
It's like being disappointed in the loneliness and wandering destined for fate. After I fell in love with him, my love couldn't be sorted out and couldn't be broken. It could only gather tighter and tighter in my heart.
Sores appear and turn into scars.
Can the flowing days withstand the struggle of memory? Can the original intention be verified in these days of testing? After the storm, who else will remain?
In this beautiful city...