Seven years of infatuation, one day of separation.
The plunder of blood and love, the fetters of life and death, were eventually exhausted by the frustrated waiting.
That man's stubbornness, indifference, and determination shattered all her life's love, hate, affection, and sorrow into pieces.
With nothing, she finally embarked on the same path of destruction as her mother. Who knows that death is not the end, but after destruction is a new path of life. But can her tired, old heart still support her life? Such a broken soul
It's better to hide it. In this life, there is no need for her to have a wonderful life of her own.