Su Renxue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The coffee in her hand had lost its most delicious heat, and she took a sip of the bitter coffee.
Other people's college memories are happy in retrospect, but we are. . . That memory is probably a scar that will remain in my heart forever.
If, three years ago, I had not entered Yan's family as your sister and the child had not had any accidents, would we have lived happily as a family of three like ordinary people?
We missed the most beautiful age and messed up our most frivolous years.
Yan Shaojie, don't hate me. Some fates are destined by God, but some fates are God's joke, that is, there is no destiny.