So hot[1]! She was tricked into sleeping on his bed by mistake, and he pushed her down ferociously, "Say! Who sent you here?" She couldn't explain clearly. Driven by drugs, everything was decided by desire. Afterwards, she retreated, but he pressed closer and closer, lingering night after night, but there was only physical pleasure and no promise of love. On the night of Valentine's Day, she snuggled into his arms and whispered, "I want to get married." But he pushed her away and said, "Break up!" "What if I already have your child?" She humbly made her final attempt to stay, but he said, "You don't deserve it!" Five years later, the radio station held a championship baby contest. The host asked to use one word to describe her father. Child A said tall, child B said handsome, child C said rich, and child Rongrong said - scum! He sat in front of the TV and watched the mother and son leaning in the arms of another man, filled with regret. Sad not because love is over, but because when everything is over, love is still there.