She loved him silently for ten years.
When she was eighteen years old, she plucked up the courage to confess her love, but learned that he was going to be engaged.
She pretended to be drunk and confessed her love, and the next day he promised his mother to choose a mate for her.
To 'thank' him for choosing a good fiancé for her, she said to the person on the other end of the phone in front of him: "Arrange the engagement as soon as possible. I want everyone in the city to know that I am your fiancée."
Her heartache has not healed, and he can't wait to take his fiancée and announce the wedding date to everyone.
Outside the operating room, looking at him in pain and regret, she gritted her teeth and said, "You can use my blood to save your fiancée, but I will bear the blame on you!"
The wind on the top floor is very cold, but it is not as cold as your decisive figure turning around and leaving.
Five years later, she appeared in front of her fiancé and her daughter, arm in arm. The happiness on his face made everyone jealous, including him.