The memories of the past and the decisive words of that day were constantly intertwined and intertwined, binding her until she could not breathe, leaving only two lines of clear tears.
Three thousand weak water, only drink one scoop...
Look what good things you have done! It's in vain that I trust you so much...
It is my greatest luck to meet you in this life...
What are you pretending to be in front of me? Do you think I will still trust you like before...
Let's live together for the rest of our lives. We don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals...
Go! You go! Don't let me see you again...
However, he gave up on her after all, didn't he? Without trusting love, what else would she need?