At first, she had forgotten how they met. I just remember that they talked about his ex-girlfriend, and I still remember that he described her as a scumbag, and I don't know why he loves her so wholeheartedly? Maybe he was mentally ill, she concluded.
Mo Xiaoyan also kindly told him to forget about that woman, but Yan Qiqi answered her like this: "You don't know, as long as she says a word, I will go back to find her right away."
"Don't you have any self-esteem?"
"What is self-esteem?"
"Holy crap, you're hopeless. Good luck to you!"
"Xiaoyan, can we make up?" Du Hai asked her with a smile.
"We have always been good friends, you said." Mo Xiaoyan also smiled and replied.
Mo Xiaoyan no longer believed in love, but these images in her mind made Mo Xiaoyan unable to breathe. "Yan Shiqi! You bastard..."
"Xiaoyan, will you still love me?" Yan Qiqi looked at Mo Xiaoyan's flowery smiling face in the photo album on her phone and cried.